O darling!
The meadows are dancing
With singing grass
Your love as tune of guitar
Resounds beneath my heart.
The meadows are dancing
I designed a space
With the albums of memories
Where the landscape never fades,
Grass always sings
With addicted bees
Where flowers never withers.
By gone is the loneliness
That never hurt me, Punch me
As you play the tune of love
With soothing rhymes.
I console myself
As you are a myriad
In my deserted life
Still I am searching
The water fountain
Though I know, it’s impossible one.
-Hemanta Kumar Pradhan
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