the women's blows like spring
and burns like fire
they smells like roses
and hurts like petals
they are full of grace
and flow like water ways

they spell magic in someone's eye
they are like moon's of a night
they fall like star's
they heal the scar's

they touch someone's heart
they hold someone's hand
they whisper in ear's
there is a breeze when they come near

when ever the poet close's his eyes and think this of beautiful earthly creature's
some of them are known to him while some are his dream's
some he had touched and kissed
some are so far that they are missed
some are elements of his poem and desire
while he ran away from some with boyish fear
some' s beauty can't be described with the word's he say
someone he can stare everyday
the heavenly creatures as they seem
they were always part of poet's childhood dreams





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Sayan Das