A Big Thanks Poem... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Sweetheart, O my sweetheart;
you have won my heart.
Dunno how many thanks I should give?
For such a lifetime gift!

When you step towards me with the Alps grit,
this morning star gives in to your bold grip!
I am blowed to dive into your Pacific love!
For us you can rage a crusade against the world!

How many will dare to unveil the cruel future?
My sweetheart, you are so original with wild nature!
You weave white lies into a wall to hide our honeycomb!
Your eyes are blind to my feet getting close to a near tomb!

You are no less good than the ideal Lucy!
Been Wordsworth here, he would burn in envy!
Keats` pathos would turn into white pearls
to see this couple of pigeons brisk with chirps!


No worries about the path ahead.
All roads are not long thoroughfare!
We will draw the new atlas abed!
And will make this unequal pair a unique pair!


Sweetheart, O my sweetheart;
you have won my heart.
Dunno how many thanks I should give?
For such a lifetime gift!