An evening pink casts ripples from afar
Where lovers dip into a pool of rain
Emblazoned by some hundred fleeting stars;
As whispers blow on raindrops to proclaim
The height of a thrill in hours unrestrained.
Upon the sail of leaves that binds wrapped kiss
The pearl-like drops guide hands in sweet release.
Across the sky, the fresh of morn appears
To close a rendezvous that cannot last,
While gentle words in silken phrases tear
The hem of day erupts as they depart
O duty of war slits meshing of hearts.
But time well spent in joy is everything
While showers pour kismet, awaiting spring.
Romanticism In Rime Royal Contest
Sponsor: Gautami Phookan
by nette onclaud