Letters Of True Love Poem by Subhakanta Sahu

Not dream but in fancy world
For two children,
In that world to give a kiss
No one think s wildness
Not threatens but only love
Which is called true?
Being an adult, wish to be a child
To create such with you.
Asking me for my poem
With a smile lovely face,
Greeting (full of love sign) and nice looking
Gave me your weakness.
All was very secret
But for what days?
I have been in doubts
Say no or yes.
If you say yes
Why do you fear?
Walk on a step forward
On this happy new year.
I know that you will
Never want me,
It was heard a new one (batter than me)
Has got by thee.
Now you would think
Why I have sent
I too much love you
Wish to be mended.
I can not compel you
Because you are rich.
But day will come
(You will know) Real was which.
I know you will refuse
And begin to hate,
My love never become deem
I will love you yet.
You may believe or not
But I have to claim,
To listen you, you are my love
Of first and final time.
I know your bangles
Never call my name,
I will be another Arnold Benet
Being ever bachelor,
If my love is true
(Day will come) You must remember.
Your days be spring
Be free dove,
I will still love you
Within the grave.