My Submission To Your Lotus Feet Poem by Kingshuk Banerjee

Your benevolent breasts
Touch my soul-
The moist one,
Impoverished by pyrrhic victory.
Your lips propagate through
Silent footsteps,
Silent pleasures,
Silent glory,
Silent religion,
Silent to every social babel.

Only I feel the voice of your presence.
Only I deal with the noise of your essence.

Stay you pioneer
In the depth of fear,
In the heart of darkness-
Bless! To the extreme.
Bliss! To the extreme.