Your gaze holds fast the dawn's enchanted light,
Where saffron hues of spring the spirit grace;
Within your form, a pulse of pure delight,
In sacred eyes, love's dewy light we trace.
From honeyed lips, a nectarous stream is shed,
As viny limbs enthrall the spirit's soul;
To raven locks my captive mind is wed,
While rhythmic bells within my bosom roll.
Like ancient hymns, this bond is holy fire,
Be now the white to banish every gloom;
The morning dew awakes the heart's own lyre,
To light the lamp and make my passion bloom.
Though death may come to claim this mortal breath,
Our names shall live and triumph over death.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@March16,2026.
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