Moments absorbed in suddenness
remind me of that full Moon in pasture
Her beams of love
strike me unaware;
A prophetic truth
now fulfilling; clearing all doubts in heaven and hell,
like a curse of a shadow abiding to tell
Worldly thoughts in honey filled desire
How much I can know?
Of a love languished since ordained to prosper
Divine's ordeal to meditate in a prayer
Knowledge here is sublime
like a desire to decline
Consumption for an eternity
Words left for a beauteous serenity
Love! How much I ever know
of your song yet unsung!
copyright: shamik bose 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Artistic, poetic, veering onto the metaphysical and then suddenly becoming classical. Nice to read, Shamik.