BIBHAKAR DUTTA

(02-04-1987 / Malda, West Bengal, India)

Reward


I want a reward,
A reward that makes me feel
every day and night,
I want an award that will help me to overstay this life (only for you) .

I want to have your sweet senses
those would stay in this earth overlong.
This reward of rewards is nothing but your love-
oh! just be my beloved.

You will be my praise and all
if the affinity continues lifelong;
a visit is enough and will make worthy my effort,
just feel the strength-the firmness of love, but don't distort.

The reward that can spell the chapter of love,
and explain the heartiness of beloved.
There is no call for an equipotential challenge,
just be my beloved, oh..! ! my beloved...

Submitted: Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, April 30, 2014

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