DOVE LINES

Gossiping with the pages
Fishing bits of you and me,
Present in the walls of memories
In the golden smithy stream.
The ever fixed glue of your eyes
Calls of your  swaying curls ,
That rolls on your cheeks
Sheds from some feasting memories.

O so soothing you  ! I want to find
When your greasy apple face
Bit pleasure of the neckerchief
Missing in these courting pages.
 Some concealed lines slipped
From the sneaky rambling ,
In the breathing relief of moonlight
 To refuel me from the summer licking .

Paramananda Mahanta