I never search your address,

My own heart being your residence!

I can see the portrait vividly whenever

My eyes are closed and I look inner,

Though that picture is lost forever!

In past life,as if ,in a moonlit night,

Your musical voice gave immense delight,

It was the most beautiful springtime,

Filled with fragrance of flowers,in a nice time,

In the fullmoon we saw each other first time,

I got ashemed of but love creeped in mind.

Gentle breeze brought sweet fragrance of rose.

Felt immense proud of having you so close.

River flowed gently, sailor sang loud.

Mild moonlight prevailed over the Green wood.

So many words of love,dear,you uttered,

In the lap of gentle night when murmured

Leafs in the greenery, and flowers bloomed.

Near the hut we lived beside the wood.

Sikha Ray.