The Footpath And Your Conversation Poem by Dhiren Doley

The sordid footpath with your unkind tramps
Remained a witness to what you talked
Had I known that you would take it folly
I’d never write a poem addressing you

The street beggars and astray dogs
Stared at you- ‘How can she tell so
To one who loves her heart and soul’

My life is such that, will not survive
If you tell me, ‘tear all your poems off
For, these address to the name of mine’

What loses you make
If a breath of contentment
I take
Ruminating the twinkling
That your eyes made

Continue not, please! Your conversation
Fomenting the billows of my deep emotion

Reduced I myself into small sighs
So that in an eve sky
May I lay my end in the agony of your eyes