Lady In The Winter Poem by Sudipta Bhattacharyya

My lady, chaste and fair,
The Sun comforts her
With its first rays of winter.
Seated in the wooden chair,
She appears to me like my Diva.

Oh Earth! Let your warmth
Pass into lady's every nerve.
Clear Heaven calls me to join
Her in her mirth and merriment.
An irresistible passion runs through
My spine to get the sweetest warm
Of my lady's divine body and soul.

Silently, without disturbing her I slyly sat
Beside her,the fragrance of the morning
Flowers,the gentle rays of the Sun and my
Fair lady's crystal -shinning face, lead me
For a moment into a fairy-land.