For They Were Lovers Each-Other Poem by Pijush Biswas

I would see a girl sit on her terrace
And I would wander by, everyday
And thought to meet her, face to face.
Days after days passedby, yet I couldn't say-
'Dear, I love your talkings and hair too
Can't I be your lover, and cheer with you? '

I would seek her every afternoon there
And she would play 'LUDO' with her brother
But did never look at me, and hardly be here
With me; further declared not to bother.
So, I, broken heart, returned finding no chance
And dipped into tears in repentance.

One day, I saw her on the road smile
Not with brother or mother, but with a boy;
They were happy, and seeming to cross a mile.
Although I had for her a love without alloy,
So, without her I couldn't but be gay
My wounds I couldn't but repay
Without her, for they were lovers each-other.