Twenty years ago
In the afternoon of a spring
Wearing a purple frock
You appeared at the door
Of my tender heart
To gift me something.
You held a red umbrella
With your right hand
And a yellow book
Was in your left hand.
You looked so lovely
In the golden sun.
Exposing your teeth like pearls
You were trying
To say something to me
Again and again
But then I couldn’t make out
Your soundless voice.
The lovely marks
Of your smiling face
And the beauty
Of your soft rosy lips
Fascinated my heart
Very much.
Then I passed
So many spings
But you were my first love.
So those moments
Return to my heart
Again and again.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrighys@January26,2016(5: 00pm) .
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