The Aroma Of Love Poem by Uttam Biswas

I often saw you
In my childhood dreams,
Where we used to play
The blind man's buff.
Those days were to me
Really the creams,
And I feared unless I get you
Life for me would be so tuff.

The field I used to play
Is changed,
'She' whom I used to love
Is now outranged,
The moment I used to give you
Innocent kiss,
Which at present
I firmly miss,
The eve's when fresh gentle breeze
Filled my lungs,
And the sweet flowers and fruits
That kissed my nostrils and tongues,
The reddish round sun
That scattered colours in the sky,
And used to see various birds
To their nest fly,
With the passing of time
Those days have gone by!
Those were golden days in life
And nothing to do except making a sigh!

Among all things
I can remember that moment,
You are the one who still
In my heart lives latent,
Still in my dreams I play with you
The blind man's buff,
For in my life you will remain as
The first aroma of love.