P.K. Deb- A Poem

Love-a scrutiny

Practically love is synonymous to a game

Ought to play skilfully to be a winner

To the loser, grapes are always sour

So he traduces and cries---

Love is a well planned sabotage of misfortune

To sombrous the way of destiny,

An immersion of the hilarious days of life

And an atonement to expiate forever.

But a winner sings blissfully---

Love is an abrupt flush of light

To discover the destiny at a glance,

The winning of someone special

Despite of getting himself lost,

The beginning of tumultuous days of life

Succeeding the days of storm and stress,

The witnessing of the splendour of beauty

As the illumination to repulse the darkness

And above all, an opportunity to be a God

To enjoy heavenly pleasure of earthly creation.