So many years ago
I met her for the last time
In the garden of love.
Perhaps my sense organs
Could know well that
It was my last meeting.
I still remember everything.
My eyes were so fascinated
By her magical beauty.
They were filled with tears
As they bade good bye
To her smiling face and shining eyes.
My ears were gentle that time
To listen to her sweet words
As if they were the students
Learning their last lesson
From their ideal teacher
And bidding good bye to her.
My nose too could know that
She was the true rose of my life.
For the last time he smelt
The sweet holy fragrance
Of the full bloomed rose, my Love
And felt so ecstatic that time.
It was the last meeting
But a great moment
For my tongue.
Like a bee he was busy
To taste the holy nectar
From her rosy lips.
The rest of the five
Was happy yet sad
As he felt ecstatic
When she embraced me
And he felt so unhappy
As it was our meeting.
So many years I passed
And a long distance I crossed
But my five organs feel the same
As they did earlier.
Perhaps she waits for her Love
In the garden of love everyday.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@December16,2016 (11: 30pm) .
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