Oh! At last

From the core of my bravery, I pictured you
Made you the floozy actress of my unloved film,
That I was not sure, you’ll sign the contract or not
But at last, you shaped my thoughts slim.

I’ll not say that your eyes showing the sky of heaven
Not I am seeing your modeling walking legs,
Neither you’re from those girls have the wavy hair compared with the flux
Nor you do have the potential to give me a sudden shock shack.

Don’t I have the courage to glue things, langsyne broken
And I not even wanna do it,
I’m fine with my weeping heart, getting used to I am
Maybe all will be wrong if we become united.

I’m not the holder of so much power can explain your beauty
Not I am bestowed with the authority,
Can say what you mean to me
And proudly declare that you game, mortality.

Your unremitting smile not with any guile
Tranquil touch on my so-long desired shoulder,
Helps to get me out from the mortifying world
You are the foe of depression.

Your smile is the only medicine of my bloody thoughts
What more should I want?
I’m also an animal of this corrupted terra
I must also be selfish, right?

By Anirban Bera