Santanu's Poem

 You are my Distant Sky. Today,  All of a sudden, You came close under the guard of Spring's watchful eye. I drift like a piece of Cloud, The tree knows. At the Embouchure of Your  Love, I see, the Wind blows. The Mind-thieves draw many  Images. A few of the Images are mere Acting. A few of them are Laughters  That  Dwell in the Flames of the Sun. A few of them are  Tears,  That access the Tunes for the  Delayed fusion. Today  My Sadness is like a Desert  Deer. Her loneliness speaks,  Tears  Converted into Pearls. Leaf drops,  She thinks, the pledge of Wind. In the soil,  She roams in Eternal  Wonder. Then, if You see The Self-respect of a Gold Man, Forecasts  The Advent of Light in your Life. If  The silent departure of Stars seen Every Night. Then, Be rest assured, And, I shall engrave my Sigh of Pain  There, In the Sand. ©Kdee14/22.02.22/Bagnan ©santanudatta_