Utopia of Love

Her eyes are so brown

Where I love to look in,

That the moon will come down

To the vast land of green.

Her lips are so glossy

At times it shine,

As beautiful as flossy

Like the lavish red wine.

Her hairs are deep black

As dark as the midnight sky,

Hangs the ecstasy at the back

And that beauty makes me shy.

Want to keep that charm in my heart

And to wonder her natural beauty,

Lucky to have such sweetheart

And her love to the eternity.

-Saptarshi Mandal