Still Fallen - Poem by Sanjukta Nag
You sculpted a couple of mountains
On the north of our bed,
And invoke the sun
To ascend behind them,
For sprinkling golden rays of holiness
On our entangled limbs,
Which are still wrapped by the
Sinful shroud of midnight.
He rises; our souls also rise with him,
But bodies remain fallen
Knowing that no sun can elevate us
To the luminous field of lost Eden.
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