Dear sweet heart,
The exchange of love letters,
Our abstract impossible,
Gardens our trees,
With leaves and fruits,
Upon our bridge for a stay!
Our posterity may envy or glorify,
Perhaps they would inherit,
And seek shelter for their tired lots,
Either in our poems or deeds!
I am sure, they would never question,
As their own course would be revealing,
They would innovate ours or shape new,
The charged batteries of their souls,
Enlighten the dark tunnels of the passage ways,
Bazi alis Subrata Ray
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-revealing-course/
