Santanu's Poem

Give me a little bit space  In your heart, Allow me to put my throne. If, in your love Death is more meaningful than  Life, I will sit to die for your Love, Like a King, Alone. If someday, The lonely noon whispers At your ear, A few drops of consolidated  Wet wind, Refuges on your hair. I'll will collect them to make  Your crown. I feel a snake crawling Into my vein, A black hairy spider wet in rain And frown. If you  come to my home, I'll show you my assests is  a broken bed for sex,  An old desk, And a handful sunshine from  The town Love is the way of my life. I am neither a Wise, nor a Destitute Nor an Inquisitive, nor  An Wage earner, I may be a Clown. ©Kdee14 ©santanudatta_