Love Poem by Pijush Biswas

Tell me where thou wert, Clever Love!
Thou art precise, short to the word
Hadn't I legacy all above?
Why thou fled and come out as sword?
Distance, not a matter, at-all
O Love! Hadn't thou bossom to me
Such as clouds float and rain drops fall
And flow fast as water to sea;
Not better, but to whom bell tolls -
O that's me, - I'll fly in the skies
Tog'ther like seven colours, rolls,
And if thou see, rest in fool breeze.