The Dances Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

A lot more, a lot more to write
About my frenzied days, where no one
Has gotten the chance to behold
The dances of youthful spring.
Afternoons are so much prettier ever
Than that opportunists' smiles.
I'm much happier than you here under
The gleams of such sweet shinny days.
Believe me, much happier am I
Lying on this beautiful beach
Mellowing my breath, smoothening the ways.
Yet it's a lot more to write, ....a lot more! !