Memory of a Buried Love

Dr. Sudhansu Dash

The designs of love

Hidden under my breast

All test of it is stolen

By an injurious distance

Between you and me.

Inspite of all the space

Oneday I will be brought to the region

Where you stay.

It matters nothing if I stand

The farthest end of the earth from you

As love moves over all the sea and the liad

As soon as I think where you are.

I am pained to think that I am not a thought

To leap over the long miles where you have gone

But must wait till TIME has a leasure to allow us together

Under the sweet taste of tear.