Love Poem: Fifty Years Back

Fifty Years Back

Fifty years back
                                                 I lost my track
                                                 I dipped in love
                                                Found me a dove
                                                 Lost my air sac


                                                   I was sorry
                                            I could not tell the story
                                               A little girl of Drew
                                             She had clothes a few
                                        Her name was morning glory

                                             She kissed me once
                                               I was not a dunce
                                                But I stayed over
                                                  In her stover
                                          Next day I broke into runs

                                                The years rolled
                                          In the mother earth's fold
                                                 I said that pure
                                                  I was not sure
                                     What happened that day to this old







       Fifty years back/ Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 21 November 2014