Immoral Joy Of Divinity Poem by Suman Mondal

Immoral joy of Divinity

A dancing aged damsel sucked me,
So carefully and so lovingly,
She sucked hard then with
tender lips,
With magic spell she loved me,
Loved to pin point the pain underneath,
With dreamy fragrance She became
a form of on-self,
A shadow self to uncover,
the locked dream,
She loved like a violent Storm,
and then like a waveless stream,
Calm placid and warm with joy,
With wretched pain of postulant,
With fervent joy of adolecence,
With tender herbs of healing aura,
She loved me beyond moral strata,
She became my lover but shadowy
figure,
A shadow lover of immortal immoral,
Beyond moral lesson She loved
me deep under the cover,
Killing the pain of life,
In the strange ambience of dream
She visited with lotus in hands,
Making my dream a lived life,
A naked joy of unfulfilled dream
With strong noetic vicinity of
eremite.
She lived, kissed and did all
the amorous plays to make me
sleepy with ultimate delight,
Only dream is the room Where
She visited and played immoral
Joy of divinity.
Like a winter morning full of fog,
She Came like a dim light of Sun,
Quiet and warm increasing like
The Joy of daylight,
A heaven of dull delight
with manifold brances of
Joyous Tree,
She loved and became Love,
With hazy coyness entered
my being,
Like shower fell and
vanished with New Light,
A dream Lover visited in my dream,
Making my life a Dreamful Joy,
Though ephemeral,
It lingeredd and
lingering Still to give me
a new meaning in my Life.

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