An Incisive Call Poem by Gautam Sen

Crying over deep distance,
every moment of mine just stares
keenly well ahead of time and shares
glimpses of your mourning soul
shedding silent tears as shiny dewdrops.

Descend with nice, decent pace
down to our golden rendezvous
missing delicate presence of yours.
My tree of life shed its foliage;
I lost your cool shadows of repose
that my forlorn solitude yearns for.

If hesitations act on you to hold
at the ethereal frontier, fly down
simply with your spirited soul to
guide us with your untold desires.
Let our shadows moving with us
feel your delicate smell and charm,
stop you crying over deep distance.

[ In memory of my departed love, Keya ]