Updated: Apr 28, 2023
Shukdeb Mazumder
I love you, dove-
don't fly always above!
I am tired of
looking at you, far-off.
You fly in the air-
why am I, on earth, here?
You are at ease-
I suffer from a disease!
Love- the disease-
cure my illness please!
Fly down to me-
it's my passionate plea!
Steal a glance
at me, with no distance!
Let the sky be
close to earth with glee!
© Dr. Shukdeb Chandra Mazumder
12-07-2022
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