You may be
Like a joyful bird singing gay beside fountain
From that mist of the blue mountain
When the moon winks at beloven
You mourn in love
You mourn in loss of real treasure
May I hear!
Like tears frozen to pearls so dear
And make a necklace out of it
for you;
O hear!
You may sigh
In this youthful nigh
The last primrose is sleeping
While you hum in such sweet love
May I hear!
Like a mermaid whispers in soft care
And the moon giggles a titter
for you;
O hear!
Shamik Bose 18th June 2010 Calcutta
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