Chandan Bhattacharya, Garbeta, West Bengal, India

Peter, I am yours (A religious guy)

Lifetime
In your decorated garden
I set fire
The ash decorated garden is yours!
You know, my life. I swear
I didn't want to;
Sixteen to twenty
Twenty to twenty-two
I love your poems
Drunk in poetry;
And you are feeling overwhelmed
My Picture
Sometimes Helen, sometimes Anita, sometimes Polly, sometimes Nargis
In your poem;
When the sun inside you does little
Heating me up
Then, one of the four walls cracked in the crack
I saw a curved moon;
And where is that naughty autopsy?
Hint me;
And I, that's the life I am
In the garden of life
I set fire!
And that naughty autopsy bird
Immediately blew me away
Where I don't know!
Poison Nargis as you write
Just a little poison
Nectar I don't want;
Lifetime, my Peter
I know
I know my beloved Peter
I have no forgiveness
Forgive my life, Peter
I know
Your poem's cuckoo
Never calls Kuhu anymore!
When tears
Everything will be over
Then
Towards that dry star
Once
At least once
Look at that dry star
See?
I'm yours, my beloved Peter
I'm yours, I'm also yours;

Peter!

A religious guy

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