My dreams too are endless

My mind knows no fatigue,

Yet the withered wailing of the boughs,

Yet the numb cold on plains and meadows,

And unceasing the sky’s tears.

Life is neck-craned in expectation,

Expectation or is it a complex tune!

Carbon reddness in the blue of desire,

In that beggarliness wanting is one with receiving,

The mind is accessible in the body, in the fist the far.

I do not want peace without you,

I want you unceasingly,

Poinciana reddness in bloom, that too is waiting

That is the glow of my own heart,

There is no peace for him who knows you

Never in his life, the diamond’s

Bishnu Dey