By Damien Basumatary
Like a bee, twirling around the moist, fragrant flower,
My mind runs on its own, as I see those hidden smiles.
Her very essence grants me such pure pious pleasure;
Her unmatched angelic eyes make me run a few miles.
A nightingale, singing through the gusty falling leaves:
Her voice widespread, navigating the trees in coulomb;
Her carols in harmony- my wounded chest she weaves.
What a melody, as if this soul's been saved from gloom!
As bright as those vibrant butterflies in the meadows,
Her charm beams a myriad fireworks in the night sky:
How graceful, her coloured attire, my body just froze-
My heart leaped a beat from delight- I could truly die.
"Don't go yet, lay beside me, on this soft carpet grass;
Let's gaze together, at the stars under the moonlight-
I don't intent to harass, please, don't break like glass.
It's scary, don't you gently wane away from my sight!"
Yet, she goes apart, like a stranger with no heartbeat,
Into the void of boundless silence, slowly vanquished-
Her goal to exist was to make hearts feel incomplete,
To cut even deeper, the aches she mended and kissed.
I wonder, if the devil's deal would convince those feet:
She's gone too cold with time like a mysterious breeze,
Turning our moments into tiny fragments, bittersweet
Like a two edged sword, finally, drove me to my knees.
By Damien Basumatary
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