Treasure Island

Dipankar Sadhukhan

(Kolkata, India)

04. When You Spend Hours With Me


When you spend hours with me,
I see the smiling face of a baby;
I see the nice roses in the garden;
I see the sea beach in the full moon.

When you spend hours with me,
I see the mother kissing her baby;
I see the morning sun in the sky;
I see the rainbow in the cloudless sky.

When you spend hours with me,
I see the peacock dancing in glee;
I see the beauty of sun setting in the sky;
I see the fairies flying in the sky.

When you spend hours with me,
I see the purple fruits in the tree;
I see our souls embracing blissfully;
I see the Almighty, God blessing me.


Kolkata, India.
11th July,2013.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Edited: Thursday, December 26, 2013

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