My 'bright Eyed Lady' Poem by Indranil Bit

I was there as a shattered man,
After the darkest storm were gone;
A stone with lips and nothing more,
Was what the ruins of a catastrophe.
Whom should I love so dear is qualm!
Folly mortals of destined truth!

You were there standing in mist,
The bright eyed lady of ecstasy;
One eye gleamed to worldly things;
The other eye for none but me n me;
Whom should I love so dear is qualm!
Mighty Gods, alas! Yet in forty winks.

Mortals are to err, Gods to doze;
Let them be in the path they chose;
A stone with lips shall no more be numb;
A qualm gives way to a world of fantasy.