Epistolary Poem #185 by Dr. Prasana Kumar Dalai of India
and Kristy Raines of The United states of America
SOMEONE SHOULD TELL ME !
In that glittering touch of my dreams
Something new rises in my heart
Perhaps a smiling bud that giggles
In the deep and dark forest of my mind .
My new poetry sings and vanishes
Behind innumerable hopeless hopes
Someone should tell me in a dialect
My river of love flows in a new rhythm
And the sea of joy maddened in waves
I find not what new hue of her form
Can draw my image eternally lavish ;
Why is she acting all secretive today ?
©®Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai@ India.
Date.Tuesday,06 Feb 2024..
She has waited for this moment and now speaks…
I WILL NOW TELL YOU!
I always want to be the blooming flower of
the glittering touch within your dreams
Like an illuminating fairy that enters the forest of your thoughts
Do not be bothered by the poems that now vanish
because beautiful thoughts of hope have now replaced
your hopeless hopes of sadness which used to plague you
Your river of love now flows in rhythm with mine
as joyous waves become like a fierce storm of passion between us
The hue of my form is like the blood that pumps through my veins
which I now use to write our eternal story of love.
The secretive story of two lovers forever tied together by fate.
February 6, 2024