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Princess Princess………………..my voice………………….. Does it knock at your heart’s doorstep……..?? Has my hand conveyed the warmth and love Glimmering within my heart for you, with every desperate knock. On your heart’s door to gain entry……….. Princess………… I’m falling hard and fast for you, Me this yokel desires to cherish your company Till the last cry of love’s pang leaves my heart…….. I stand forth you with all love.  I could but,  manage to buy. From the ocean of love with my last  knicker ……….. Princess………………..my voice…………….. Echo’s only one word  “Please!! Don’t abandon me……….. This yokel that I’m!!” ~Souma Mukherjee (Shubho)

Orchid for my beloved Sometimes pretty often I brood on the thought “O! What can I present you?” Then with a flash it comes to my mind What if I give you the most beautiful orchid Colored with each drop of my heart’s blood? But then I put the thought aside when my soul confronts me and says: “How can you present such an orchid to an orchid of ethereal and eternal beauty Plucked straight from heaven’s garden?” ~Souma Mukherjee (Shubho)

Ode to the Riv’r of Life River, O river of life ---- Enchanted as your course is! Engulfed in ever forming mysterious adventures. Mesmerized, I am ---- standing at your periphery. Ardently waiting to traverse through the many adventures that you hide within you. Idyllic my heart pounds to look at you. Laudable are you in your every aspect, Overwhelmed, am I to have come in contact with you. Virile have you made me with your vast stores of energy. Emollient you have been to me. Yokel, I am to describe you. Oeuvre is your from, indescribable by a yokel. Unabashed, I am, to say that you have the elixir of life which I long to drink… ~Souma Mukherjee (Shubho)

O! my saviour Thou art my friend Thou have changed the course of life I am in the midst of the ocean of love O my saviour Come thou to my rescue Thou art in my thoughts In my dreams ‘Tis said”there’s no art to find the minds construction in the face” Yet thou art the palace within my body where my yearning heart and soul roams in search of eternal love. What can’st not thou do? Thou can play with my heart for its no more with mine own self Thy beautiful eyes have drowned me in thy love. ‘Tis thy form that gives me sleepless night, yet rosy dreams And a heart to strive for the best. ‘Tis the wish of this yearning heart. Come into the lonely palace and fulfill my dreams ere this Heart of mine ceases to beat. Thou have made me a proud owner of the fact that I love you. With it I love thy self’s ethereal and eternal beauty Thy incessant thoughts have become the air that makes this yearning breath. Thy smile, gait and voice have made me lovesick...