Love Amidst Darkness

I loved that day which blest its night 
With antediluvian might,
Of ours flourishing souls in joy
That some divine being must deploy.

It was a lithe nocturnal wood,
‘Midst whose darkening core there stood
A tiny cottage, ancient as the Moon.
Whence we then heard the leaves to croon.

Lagoon! a lustrous lagoon saw we!
Beside the trees, serried in glee,
And our small home– its lovely limit
Never saw this oneness split.

‘Twas morning then, but now the murk
Embraced two lovely hearts, and hark !
The crickets, ever hidden did hurl
Their doleful screech from many a knurl.

Above a couple at peace in a nest
Did murmur private words , as if lest
None could overhear their sound,
None could intrude their world from ‘round.

Then thou closer, closer wert, 
I dwelt, exulted, on thy sinless heart.
And our gay mutters were no louder
Than theirs who loved the voice of amour.

A luscious smile as thou didst pour
On night’s abundant beauty store,
Perhaps He lavished for lovers’ sake
Another world that we could make.

Fake! ‘Twas fake for it wouldn’t last,
As that unseen joy glided fast
Towards a sunny dullness again;
No mystic love there did we regain !
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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U.D Palawon  Avatar
January 25, 2017 at 3:44 AM
Awesome...Keep it up and good luck. :)
Bhattacharya Avatar
February 7, 2017 at 2:36 PM
Thank you very much, Sunita.
Nusker Avatar
January 19, 2017 at 3:21 AM
Amazingly beautiful descriptions. Loved it thoroughly.
Bhattacharya Avatar
January 19, 2017 at 1:38 PM
Thank you very much, Afzal. As a teenager, I always heartily appreciate your visits at my poetry.
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