My Love For The Distant Woman Poem by ASIM KUMAR PAUL

When I am alone in a social web site,
I am in the form of longitudinal solitude,
And outside my sitting room,
I find moon appears like a silver coin,
To pay the night a cost of high loneliness,
With soft touch of veiled monotony,
I feel sad, as mist of love is absent,
And the side of stretched voyage
Blushes in the foreground of love sentiment,
I am in the worry blankets to tear the silence,
Yet there I need someone to help me
On the finding of warm chants,
And thence both of us can move
Into the world of understanding, and
I find a dream way that goes inside
Night sky that may lead me
To see the moon’s well being,
And I again have to think my home coming,
On the shore of my destiny,
As living here is a feeling of borrowed greens,
And thus I try to live in the modern age living.

This chat box was once temple of love
For my love woman and I have nourished
It for getting her in time and I walked with her
In time and sense of timing was accurate,
And some unforeseen urgency become active to
Divert all my attempts to go in private departure,
I cannot blame her, as she is still seeking love,
And it was her holy possession to her new job,
That took her away in the plight of harsh whispers,
As she one day described as her immense necessity,
As she had to work with her life,
In the direction that her income grew more,
And she had to feed his minor daughter and son,
And living alone is not one in her way of thinking,
And she had to work hard in the life for
Salary package, and she was thrown elsewhere
Where some honest workers still wants to work
In peace and with vow to serve the family,
And one day, she came in my chat box, and said,

-“I do not belong to any one, and if you come here,
You can take me as your partner, not as lover from distance.”

-“Like you I am poor to afford to cost of travelling,
And my sky does not permit me to cut the link here, dear.”
Then I told her.

She did not answer, only switched off the computer.