Shukdeb Mazumder
My heart, hurt enough, burnt by the fire
of your inattention
wants to be recovered
and so I need some medicines.
The medicines are:
your stolen glance,
stunning smile,
enchanting chatting,
magical message,
unpresumable presence,
and lastly- tender touch.
Is it so much?
But my love is so much
for you:
my love is your Louvre Museum,
my belief is your invaluable beverage
to refresh yoursef,
my mind is your modulated mandolin,
my body is your bold blanket
in the wild winter,
my kiss is your oxygen mask
at the time of your probable
corona-ailment,
and my bliss is your bona fide companion
in all distress and torment.
© Dr. Shukdeb Chandra Mazumder
04-05-21
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