Untold Story 4 (Me And You) Poem by Indranil Bit

The earth may break on your head!
But before that, remember;
It tore an umbrella, me!
Like an avalanche crushing down an innocent piece of rock.

The earth may bury you down, deep!
But before that, remember;
It flowers the last garland, me!
Like a smashing down on my untrodden grave of thoughts.

The earth may uphold your senses!
But before that, remember;
It glorifies the last bosom, me!
Like a rain tree does with unbound care of non-qualm senses.

The earth may praise your beauty!
But before that, remember;
It roots deep an essence, me!
Like an unnamed grave builds a porch of unconditional love.

The earth may bow down your grace!
But before that, remember;
There stands a protector, me!
Like a beaten wrought iron engulfing all harshness in that fire.

The earth today sings you a song sweet!
But before that, remember;
I compose a beauty for you!
Like a nature stands up composing a note to dedicate a nightingale.

The earth and you stand face to face!
But before that, remember;
I handcraft a mirror for you!
Like you are none but a mere reflection of my well fascinated senses.

The earth may bury you in your creation!
But before that, remember;
You ought to be a devotion to me!
Like a Solomon devotes her life swimming in search of a salt less whirl.


This earth, one day may surrender!
But before that, remember;
I am in the middle of every warfare!
Like a chocolate soldier in his quest to conquer dauntless Austrian love.

This earth today may preach you a doctrine!
But before that, remember;
I am the doctrine of you, my love!
Like an entire jury bending down to welcome what is yours and to none.