BabyA Poem by Raja
You, my existence and my rhythm...
In about a sense’s pick
In about a mad desire
In about a dream
In about a sweet rhythm
In about all my tensions
In about all my en routes to thunders
In about the happiness
In about the play
All my being with your magic flesh, mind capturing smell, and astounding eyes
You " my senses, my desire, dream, sweet rhythm, and play with world
Now, I long to shout, standing on hill, on what
Gift I possess, to the sun, moon, stars, and thousands of black nights and dazzling days, and to the
Restless wind and green woods,
You " my existence… born forever!!
© 2010 Raja
Added on July 6, 2010
Last Updated on July 6, 2010
AboutWriting is my passion. I write stories, poems and scripts in English and in Bengali. I love to portray the optimistic part of human life with a contrast to the real world. Writing is the most powerfu.. more..
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