Acrostic(2) - Poem by Prabir Gayen
Such beauteous form
as mist covers
a green hill
thou came into my self.
Redeem my heart of the pain
that hast no potion.
In the bosom of an ocean
waves with tumultuous rush,
touch the lofty cliff with storm,
thou came in my mind.
Joy unbounded did I feel
in the solitude of my being.
Infinite peace doth fall on my life
as thou came like dropping of honey
from new bloom that broke with
the touch of honeybee.
Tossed by thy soft touch of love
a thousand flowers bloomed
in my inner bower.
Am I defied to the nectar
of life or blossomed in new height
of being and becoming?
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