Mon Amour Poem by Dibakar Purkayastha

When my eyes watch misty January night
I see your doleful eyes, dark eyebrows
wet eyelashes and your wailing face;
Your beautiful nose bead, and twin lips
invites me for concupiscence.

When I see dark serene December night
myopically through my owlish glasses
I could watch your snakish hair braid
fallen covering thine back and those
thine twin arm, longing for embrace
for a destined rendezvous.

And when I look though window of Spring
I see maple leaves flying over the sky
Behold me! my muse, I could feel
and hear chime of thine musical steps
resonating inside my barren heart
with a whisper that says 'Mon Amour'