Previledge
I had a walk through her majesty,-
I walked through fascinations
For ages.
White peaks foaming wine quenched athirst me.
Deep down the dense wild valley
Flowed a tribune-I bathed my senses.
For her necklace it was Nature itself,
For her girdle-ring it was Nature itself
As exposed as Nature could be.
A heart so passionate
And lively compassionate
Reason was her mantle ornate.
Elfin smile and lucid looks on her
It were elegance and mischief together.
I saw
Hermits and angels competing earnestly,
I saw
Monks in caves
In desperate meditation for the artifact,-
She was creator’s every single luxurious imagination.
Copyright © Devashish Chakraborty | Year Posted 2011
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