Another Love

By Sukhendu Parui

Those eyes are usually fickle,

You only wink,

Easy calls are lips itself

Given the color impatient convex,

The sound of a foaming wave is symbolic surge

Just rhythmical walk plays the drum

Rests only some words

Love – is naturally voluble.

Don't you act?

Or your form beauty dress up,

Those eyes, lips, body, the body royal

That makes waves in manly desire,

What I have seen - I have forgotten.

Still, I like -I love,

Not this you, to-you in the play,

It would be better if only at least-

Love could be made in acting.

By Sukhendu Parui