Trance of Rapture
In lone island of life I like to be
soaked in cool shower of serenity,
find at the still depth of soul a new me.
Out of recluse it’s my reality,
in sane insight I lose duality.
As full moon moves slow across my sole sky,
dense night’s opaque 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 17, 2020
Contest : Strand Completely New (23)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2020
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