Love Divine Poem by Kumud Biswas

I ask him who works in gold
With so much love
For whom do you make this ornament?
He says, it is only for her whom I love.

When I ask him
Where is your dearest one?
He says, she is in my mind
She is near my heart.

I tell him,
But ultimately
It is bought by the king.
He says, it is worn before that by my love.

When does she touch this ornament? I ask.
He says, by her unseen touch
It gets its form.

Then I ask him
Is it an exclusive gift?
He says, if I give it to her
It reaches everyone.