Bereft Poem by Sanjukta Nag

Bereft I am
Of hope, of love
Bereft of everything
The all I had have.
The eternal moon-beams that soothes the mind
Is also devoid of me being unkind,
Though shadow is reluctant to fill my heart
On each midnight it gives me alert
Of the nothingness which contains you
Absorbing from my soul all the hue.
You, the celestial forbidden fire
Combusting in me like a deathless pyre.
Endure I must, for having to go nowhere
Nothing has left but to be bereft of desire.