In the quiet lake of my heart
I heard a poem flap its wings.
It nested on the shallow edges
Stirring its dark tranquil waters;

It would not stay, it flew away.
So I wrote your name on a sheet
And cast it like a paper boat
On the deserted waters:

There it still floats, like a swan,
Elegant and undisturbed,
Far more perfect and complete
Than any poem I ever wrote.

Diptesh Ghosh