She was soo badly torn, The person she love was gone. The spark in her eyes was lost, Oh dear! What her love had cost. She helplessly cried all night, "I AM HURT" the heart sighed. It was easy

O Mistress mine where are you roaming? O stay and hear, your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further pretty sweeting. Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son

A Little Prayer to Him is one of the poetry by me. It was composed in Bengali and later translated in English. Please let me know if there needs any improvement or correction! He walked with you baby!

Andrew Marvell was born in 1621 passed away in 1678. He is one of my favorite poets. I would like to share my favorite poem with my friends and family by him. To His Coy Mistress By Andrew Marvell Had