What Shall I Call Her? - Poem by Sambidhan Acharya
She is rose glown in autumn, which has blown me,
She is phantom which has filled me with delight,
Her eyes are as deers that show truthness of life,
Praising about her means tip of iceberg for her eternal beauty,
Not speaking about her means questioning my existance,
I adore her for giving shelter to my life,
I worship her, for her encouraging voice,
She has given me all I need to be called complete,
But, I learned only to take from her instead.
What shall I say her, goddess of my life?
Should I say her my living inspiration?
Or, the deity which has guts to transform me,
Who taught me to think from my tender heart,
Shall I call her the life journey partner, my love?
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