A Meeting Poem by MOLOY BHATTACHARYA

Bird flies, time flies
So flies my mind
To mingle with you
In an unknown land
In a mysterious way
Together we would sit
Huddling each other
And feel your warmth
In each of my limbs
Burning with passion.
A gentle touch in your hand
Would signal in a flash
A feverish look in your eyes
A truant smile in your lips
We spend time like a dream
Forgetting all our inhibitions
We mingle hard for long
Vehemently, wildly, gaily.