Date With A Bride Poem by Uttam Biswas

A sweet tension
Was going on in my mind,
Every body was moving
With their work bind,
Hardly any solace of mind
Was there to find,
People around me
Were behaving of their own kind.
I was proceeding through a road,
No future to me it showed,
The fruit I could take as code,
Yet I am to go through the road.
The tension that I was feeling,
Was she feeling too?
If it was the same,
It was an woo.
The atmosphere was
Calm and quite,
My tension was getting
Broader from light,
No one can hold
The situation tight,
Whatever may be the result
Be regarded as right.
I was sketching
An image of her face,
That I was nourishing
From my tender age,
If the sketch of
Imagination is she,
Nobody would be
Happier as me.
I was sitting quiet
On a chair,
The tension grew
Was hard to bear,
The moment precious
Was coming near,
What would be the result
Wanted to hear.
At last the long waited
Moment came,
Fortune played with me
As a blame game,
She was not the girl
I was cherishing by name.
She would be a beauty
And of fame.
When shall I find her
Who I cherish?
Hug her chest
And love her to perish.
Now 'am preparing
for another moment to come,
What I'hv got and yet to get -
Figuring out the sum.