Image Carried To the End of Time
The spring departed quietly, left a priceless gift for me,
a bunch of rose that I kept in my heart for you to greet,
with the lure of love as sparkling as a dewdrop could be,
in the summer of discontent I didn’t let it wither in heat.
In midsummer night on moonbeam trail I took you with me
to the bank of passion river through mist of satin stardust,
where in the vase of my enticed heart the roses you’d see,
radiating the patina of crimson flare laced with lustrous lust.
With the mesmerizing murmur of the tune-brimming stream
the fervent music of my ardent yearning I longed to compose,
in your diamond eyes its lyric weaved the lattice of my dream,
entranced by my soft kiss the eyelids you could not close.
As the sun rose in color-burst horizon, it was time to depart,
I’d carry to the end of time your mesmeric image in my heart.
September 26, 2020
Contest : The Night Of Passion And Desire
Sponsor : Faraz Ajmal
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2020
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