Tides Of Bay Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

Right now, standing on this beautiful beach
I can see, I can feel the hugeness of this world;
The restless tides here constantly play
Giving us a hope to become enriched.
Love seems to sit silently being a herald
And listening some dulcet tunes all the day.
From here, this silent beach to world's door,
Only the pertaining of deepest choirs will be our lore.
Here love declares herself to be immersed in whole day.


Here no sadness, no burdens, no hastiness,
nothing to pursue for a false desire,
Here just madness in love-only love
Jumbling itself with the tides of bay.
Come with your some wondrous instruments being a player
And here just thoughtlessly play.
Here I want to stay forever, yes forever...
May not my letters of love be wiped out in clays,
May not be bleached in greyness of days.