Untitled May Be Poem by Srijeeta Manna

Sultry afternoon thoughts
give me some pleasure today.
Counting the leaves of the mysterious tree,
immortality fencing up my garden,
greenery of the wordly peace also fades away.

I listened to the footsteps quietly,
I felt you coming towards me.
Half asleep I listened may be
and half dead when i met u.

Love is a phoenix perhaps,
feathered with eternity.
You rise, you fall,
you injure me with your thoughts.
My wounds remain and remain;
even time cannot heal them
because only love grows with time
while hatred dies.