An Expected Dream Poem by VIJAY KUMAR ROY

You, my queen of heart
Assured once not to part,
When you meet, quits a vast
Conceit of vague and you cast
An endless beam of delights
We are one, nominal two plights.

What I got from this rude world?
Except your love, o, my bird!
You, eternal gift, and my mirth,
For fore fault we got this earth.

Now far away let's leave this world
To us, no mortals might then scold,
We may pass and be called love's deities
And can bless in disguise our all devotees.

(Cite: Roy, Vijay Kumar. 'An Expected Dream.' Realm of Beauty and Truth. Authorspress,2016, p.58.)