Abode Of Bliss Poem by Sachidananda Panda

The doors are never closed
With the odes of denial
Under the wrap of coveted words
Since I know! And therefore tell you so
I would come! Just to defeat the distance
To listen, all little whispers, within thy arms
And be drunk deep, there in silence
Not to count the minutes, tenure or length
But, as a hermit to worship thy feral warmth

I know your heart beats for me
I hear that resonance from distant hills
As you scream my name on quivering lips
Choked heart of yours, and pleasant dreams
With Words of denial and all dreading theme
That numbs my limbs, my heart does bleed

Make no mistake! Still, I would come
With drops of rain, mud and stain
However slippery, may be the snowy mountain
To sink in the depth of your wistful eyes
Crossing the stretch of distant skies

Thou are my dream, Oh! My pink petal
Thou are the queen, of my lone castle
Of my life thou are the theme
Thou are the rhythm of my lost string

I don't wish from you a Mars or a Moon
Just hold me dear, from the unloved puddle
Run your figures on my forehead fine
To assure for once, as you are mine
Soothe the sores with thy balms of love
Lend me thy lap, for a long pleasant doze
Shut my eyes with a sweet little kiss
As I retreat from journey, for the abode of Bliss

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