We Just Play Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

I am now far away from her,
Too much far...
Here closeness pertaining
An unknown, misty and inexpressible desire
Despite this farness is so amazing-
Amalgamated with no insipid meaning.
Here love being stuck with her true believers
and commanding them to play,
Here, the players are eagerly
Awaiting for an order of the charming day,
That when and where to play
With some politefull sprinkling
of gleeful words before arriving the May;
Seeking a new step to get into the deepest meaning
of her inexplicable say,
They'll have to play.
Yes, here we just play
admiring the glitter of the roses
That intensifies the beauty in the garden of love.
Here, we just write, we just play everyday
Until the arrival of doomsday.
Come here, and see,
Here's always an uplift,
No deceit.



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