Calling You

Too far by miles Thence too close to my heart Lots of stories to share with you With buckets of tears and a glass of smiles With myraid of unfulfilled wishes and one win over several busts I pretend if you were here As it is time I need your presence before April ends and month May begins For me with ocean of tears. I need to rest Am tired of being a living mortal Too much to squall and little of being a playing marionette With you I will find an existence of mine Please come back to your motherland As I pretend you to be here As it is already time that I need your shadow To see my own essence of life before April ends and month May begins For me with hell of curses and fears. I need to breathe Am exhaling smokes of being a corpse Too much of flames and so lean of being of the open sky With you can fly to the heaven Your presence here can make my wings spread As I already pretend you to be here To feel my own reliance I need your feathers to build my nest But when April ends and month May begins Without your presence I will be shedding my eminence. Note: This poem is dedicated to my friend Angshumala Goswami