Sonnet On A 'lost Love' Poem by Indranil Bit

The very first time I saw you, You bring in me, all of new!
I never know your name, Nor do I quest for the same.
Those magic bestowed eye May let a hundred hearts fly!
It didn't shoo my heart to fly! It did encage thy heart to cry,
The tear I shed in love for thee Tear that embrace but no lie.

Our eyes yellowed with decree, Our thoughts ripened with time,
Our heart! O it didn't introspect! We didn't know where we drive!
No whirl can plunge your thoughts So we just parted n drifted a while
Only to dawn how much we miss The small glories to décor thou life.
Is this how you adorn as love? Or is this none but a mirage on ice?

Now I am here sitting alone, straight! Everything drooped by my side;
Never mind, it may the other way round; Its true by your sunken slog stride;
Let my son and his sons not repeat it, Let the story remain untold to thee;
The very first time I saw you! I must have made an epitome of love to thee!