Poetry Immortal

I wonder what I can share,but my poetry
For the rest is all a lie
Someday I'll perish wilh all I possess
Yet the soul will never die...
The soul is where the verses reside
Like a sailor's love for the sea
Like devotion adorns the chants in a temple
And sweet nectar drives the bee.
Like an infuriated couple kisses at night
Strange love guarding the fragile ties
Like a peacock's mirth to dance in the rain
A teardrop of a final goodbye.
Poetry lives in the heart of a swallow
That begets such a musical ode
Its the parting woe of two close friends
A last drink,one for the road.
Poetry,my darling,is that one heartbreak
When she cried yet he never came back.
Poetry is living beyond all dark memories
That one last dance by the sea-side shack.
Its sleeping on a sheet of moonlight,
Under the open sky decked with stars,
Its the conversation that strikes by chance
Yet ties two strangers for hours.
Down the streets of a mundane life,
If your heart ever calls behind,
Hope my poetry brings you a smile,
Me you may not find.
                        -debosmita.