Keats! You Are To Blame Poem by Sudipta Bhattacharyya

Being immersed in a dream of love
I entered my room leaving the study;
A rush of dream made me restless.
Dear Keats, you were to blame for it.
Moonlit sky of midnight peeped
Through the windows clad in silver.
She lay fast asleep; her soft arms
Benumbed with sleep, eyes fast closed, she made no movement,
Though I touched gently her curly
Locks of silky hairs, combed slowly
And sensually with my fingers.
I turned her dress loose, her body
Shining smeared with moonlight!
A divine fragrance & gentle breeze
Passed through between us;
I kissed her soft breasts, her coral lips;
I drank the youth's wine in deep cave;
Yet she woke not; Oh my dear poet!
You were to blame for it.....
For You, yes only you composed The Bright Star, that stirred me that night!