So, do my words keep returning to her ? <br />Across these plains of my body <br />her comings and goings never end, <br />my longing is like the hazy thirst of a <br />burnt summer day, <br />so what else can I possibly do ? <br /> <br />You don't know her, does that mean <br />I search for her in vain ? <br />Do you know the straight rays of that sun, <br />have you ever unwound your dreams <br />in moonlight, in the light from those <br />teary living eyes, <br />do you think this day and night does not exist <br />just because you don't know it ? <br /> <br />Is that sky just stored like your savings <br />in a corner of your room; <br />Extensive and unknown wilderness might <br />scare you, <br />but still is that lake just stuffed <br />with matsyanaya, <br />and she just worthless and insubstantial ?? <br /> <br />So listen, I'll tell you about your way of life, <br />or maybe it's just your job, <br />why follow a crooked path in life, <br />lower that compound interest and spread <br />a little love all around, <br />why do your accounting books overshadow <br />your earth, <br />how long can you practise such falsehood ?? <br /> <br />Does my conversation keep returning to her ? <br />Across the plains of my heart her comings <br />and goings never stop, <br />it is a palm-fringed lake or river, it <br />swells with waves <br />and calls to her, its blue waters tremble deep - <br />you don't know her yet ?? <br />I'll make you know her.<br /><br />Bishnu Dey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-14th-august/
