Musing 162 Poem by shuvo chakraborty
Musing 162
If love is privy to heart
Why then waves upon the blood
Are so brief with sweet parlance?
Deluge of passion from silver case
How delicately be opened and opulent
Recedes like ebb in bosom downstream embedded,
Prism of magnificence how crystal clear
Can not mirrors the mermaids in the sand bed
At mutual hour of day and inching night
In the trembling light with wax insufficient.
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