ROSELINE

O beautiful friend of our lives
You are still touching in your absence,
In the loose grip of time
Our hearts are not separated,
For our  truthful accord
And unique and unified league,
For our love for sense
And  our mutual well-being,
Such is your friendship
Enliven in our  veins.

O sweetest of friends
What can I tell about you,
A bunch of rose for you
To utter your name in our loneliness
As a smile on our  face,
Is it you! My dearest  Roseline
A spelling of our  youth,
That's hilariously hidden in our  hearts
Like the swelling nostrils.

O sweetest of friends
Our sweetest dream,
We extend our arms
To embrace your joyful self,
Touch your graceful hands
To heal some long suppressed wounds,
We designed on our own leaning
When we sat together
In our teasing corners
To grace life on its pleading,

Paramananda Mahanta