Mirage Of Kisses Poem by Puja Chakraborty

My heart is broken by the bitterness of love,
out of fear,
Like a betel nut tree broken by stormy air.

I, swept away by the tide,
still waiting to return at the ebb
To start riding again, at the seaside.

With you, I build a 'house of terror, '
Like a pale reflection in a broken mirror.

I love you like the fragrance of the marigold flower,
As an autumn rainy shower.

You're the medicine for my every disease,
On a desert, with the mirage of kisses.

Although you left me, causing of my fate,
Your last word was, 'On my life, nothing is your rate"!