Shukdeb Mazumder
Wrapped in the blue sky your eyes
looked at me one day
when I became a kite with golden wings.
Dressed in a gingham sprung up by
the bohemian wind, spread
up to the galaxy way,
stood before the door of my bumpy life
burdened with vapours- you
adorned with heavy cascade-like hair
smiled at me, and with the flow of mute glee
I became a bachelor's button in full bloom.
Making a gesture wet through
with the geyser of warmth, you took that
and I became a source of innumerable flowers-
Garden of Eden- a paradise of pleasure-
powered by my prime flower-
lavish red rose- my heart.
© Dr. Shukdeb Chandra Mazumder
28/09/19
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