And after long many days, <br />I met with Rooma, the girl ~ <br />maroon saree, deep blue cardigan, scarlet slippers. <br /> <br />In the late afternoon sun <br />her face looked a pomegranate blossom, <br />lingering crimson of evening sky <br />reflected from her dense pool of wispy hair. <br />I wished to touch the light dot mark <br />at the junction of her eyebrow horizons <br />~ after long many days. <br /> <br />I've travelled a thousand light years <br />gazing at her face <br />and wandered among many dream islands <br />till the end of my blind cruise. <br /> <br />Yet as I hold that ultimate art form <br />delicately in my plms. <br />I feel a crying beggar within mek, <br />blinded as it I <br />haven't yet seen the slightest of her <br />limitless beauty, inconceivable artistry <br />so unfathomable...........as it <br />the ocean of her blue eyes <br />has flooded my intellect away. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />____ <br />ruma <br />tr: kamalesh bandopadhyay<br /><br />CHOUDHURI SUKUMAR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rooma/
