Santanu's Poem

 Poetry wakes up in your  Blink of Eye. I've not forgotten the rhythms of Your walk, as if,  A butterfly. The clouds match its' Wing In the chest of  The sky. Behind the bush,  I see a bunch of Hasnuhana  To be peeking. I know you,  In the afternoon Arms. In my feel, I will find the path which is  Yours. I decorate my Heart, with Your Name. I walked all over to find your Address, in flame. If  You are the tune of clarionet I will die. If  You are the spring wind I will fly. When  With the sound of  Anklets, Come Times. We all have to depart hearing just  Some of Its Tunes and  Rhymes. When You touch, flowers get back  To life and Smile. Like  The Morning dream, I feel you in the wet wind, Though fragile. ©Kdee14/ Lost Address/ 07.12.21 ©santanudatta_