If I draw sight with words
An ocean should be born in your eyes
If I planted a blood rose in the garden,
Rose color should touch your lips.
If I embrace old age
Your touch should cling to me like stubborn wrinkles,
If from the roof top flies away my beloved sparrow
A hundred bulbuls should flutter their wings inside your heart hall.
If I gently touch my sweaty neck
May your soul be thirsty,
If I wrap a blanket of light on the dark sky
May one of your sleepless nights be mine alone.
If I see your heart on the canvas of my mind
Your heartbeat should increase
If I smile gently and write “love “with the scratch of my pen
That day you softly touch my ears with your lips and say, love you…
-A poem by Sarmistha Dey