Pen-Pain-Picture Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Tick-tick, tick-tick, tick-tick
yet beats my heart clock
though its hands have gone to the hands
those have won me and my virgin cloak.

He has shot the dart right into the heart of my heart
and it bleeds a deep love river.
I see the beating thing daily as it has now no cover
and find me and him there together as signature love picture!

There we look like Adam and Eve
here in the earth but tightly blindfolded.
With eyes we may not perceive
But we can smell and feel our love unfolded!