Musing 27 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

Words spoken sweet from the curved red lips
Emanate odor scenting fine more than the rose,
As if the bird loving twittering heavenly script
To the thirsty soul being blinded by cupid archery.
Memorable hours floating towards dawn like the mists
Leaving the courting self unaware of time galloping
Over the night turf harnessing the abrupt darkness end.
Passion warm scaling the height of highland marigolds
Becomes inert beholding the glows of fading queen,
Looking absolute setting upon the bosom of beloved.