A Promise Poem by Dr. Baishali Bhaumik Mitra

I would let this poem
reach out to you
engulfing the space
that separates us.
My words, now,
have no ego,
no stubbornness,
no bird, no sky,
without color and
without sound,
beyond the limitation
of the real and
above the vastness
of the virtual.
With this poem
I open my arms to you;
If you marry me
I will give you this poem
in which
the Sun soothes and the rain boils,
in which
my breathing snaps, my arms ache,
in which
we two are twined unending, undeviating.
This poem has drifted in my breath for ages;
I have held it in my bosom and nurtured.
This poem would be yours forever and always.
I will give you this poem
If you marry me!