Salvation
As I lye on the green
Dewy moist
Soft and silky petals around,
As my vision travels in the blue,
Beauty-
As pious as that of an elf
As opaque as the air is,
Manifests mesmerizing mystics
Manifold magnanimity making mischief
In my being,
Till my senses scatter apart.
Quenched I lye amidst wild desires,-
Soar in the azure
Clouds bright and white,-
In dense foliage sparkle glow-worms,-
A contentment sing round and round
Across the valley,-
Ah Love ! Ah Beauty ! Ah Me !
Copyright © Devashish Chakraborty | Year Posted 2010
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