I Want To Forget You. Poem by Subrata Ray

I Want To Forget You.

I confess, I am in tress,
Of your winks’ missiles,
Of the flowery rainbow of your smile,
Of those rooted psychic,
Ah! Those taxes I can’t beguile.

I confess dear mistress,
Your kisses and hugs,
Thrills caused by willing touch,
The blooming daisy of each day’s march,
And involuntary impressions,
Are no bygone, but eternal lagoon.

I admit, the presence of your anchored sheet,
And my timeless operation by your stormy merit,
Oh! I wish to take rest, in your tranquil retreat.