Mirage*

How have I searched for him
At Paris, in Monalisa, in waves of Rhine,
In Picasso's paints bluish fine,
In Beethoven's symphony nine,
How my mind searched for him - my love;
Sometimes have I
Found him ( out of sky)
On the snow,
Like a traveller on the go,
On road white,
Sometimes him
I do  sight,

In my colored wintry pullover warm
How have I found him
In moments some,
But that love changes
Like a mirage
If I call him,
How he disappears
Leaving me in desert,
All paintings, songs and
Memories get merged then
In sun burnt sands.

( * note : it is a translation / transliteration of a bengali poem titled ' Marichika' / 'মরীচিকা ' by Jagari Mukherjee as done by me.)