My Rustic Heart Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

My rustic love, where do you lie you,
Playing in the countryside homes,
The courtyard of yours,
Grazing the cattle,
Palying with the frolicking lambs,
You plucking the wild flowers
And gifting them so lovefully,
With a cursory glance of yours,
The eyes full of so much so love?

My rustic heart, my rustic love,
Where lie you with your simple pastoral heart of yours,
I seartch you, search you,
Love misinterpreted?