Mute In Trance of Rapture Contest Edited
MUTE IN TRANCE OF RAPTURE
In the island of life I like to be
soaked in drizzle of cool serenity,
find at the still depth within a new me.
Out of recluse it’s my reality,
in lone insight I lose duality.
As full moon moves slow across my sole sky
dense night’s joyous stillness stardusts dilute,
I drink eyeful while time passes me by.
Mind gets drenched in delight passions elute,
in charmed trance of rapture I become mute.
August 1, 2019
Syllable count : 10 each line (iambic pentameter)
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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