Sunday Poem By Anjali De Nandi , Mom

At that afternoon

At that afternoon,
On the sky,
There was a crescent moon.
Birds were flying just above of the sea.
You took bath on the webs of the sea.
With you also took bath your pet bitch.
I was on the beach.
Sat on the wet sand.
Suddenly on my right hand,
There took place, a butterfly.
I and the high-sky,
Both were enjoying your wet body,
Without any shy.
Your young body,
It looked like a sea fairy of love tales.
Then you looked at my hand
And said, ‘Hey! My dear husband!
Come on! Swim with me, dear!’
I reached just side of you.
And both collected oysters shells.
From too near,
I told, ” Your body is ever new. ”
And then the rain was falling on the sea water.
And I picked up an oyster,
Which was just under my right foot.
I gifted it to you.
And then it was thrown by you
On the very far sea water.
And said, ” I give it a deep sea. ”
Then you was swimming on the water.
And I was enjoyed by your spreading water,
Which was created by your every foot.