submission by Asoke Kumar Mitra

[Asoke Kumar Mitra]

You are a living dream

now you are here besides me,

touching both hands, warm feeling..............

night is warm here in my city,

raining outside

Did i hurt you?

sorry then, if i did,

sorry if i touched the places

where your secrets hide..............

On the rainy night

you taught me how to love,

i see my own reflection

in your tear drops,

this time and again,i am sorry

i do not pretend..............

(C) asoke kumar mitra,27,July,2016

I am from India,Kolkata, poetry is my passion,

[Asoke Kumar Mitra]

dear,DOC, regarding bio, you can use previous one.did you accept this poem for the anthology? did you like it?

and sorry to disturb you.

regards, asoke kumar mitra