Shamik Kumar Bose


# The Fountain - Poem by Shamik Kumar Bose

The tears of thy mountain
Of joy!
With careless frolicking!
Ye play
Ye also sing!
Whilst baby Robin flies a tempest
Piercing into that prolific darkness!
Sweet Heart
Only that remains!
Everything just perishes
One day, whilst a dream may vanish.

And only that remains!
Dear Fountain!
Sweet Heart!
Listen!
Whilst the woods open his heart apart!
O! Who else joins!
Who may listen!

That thy sublime glee
Inside such a beatitude felicity
Gliding showers of a phosphorus beauty
You descend
Like a moist lucent!
Ever dear yet so near
Dearest, my fanciest bubbly!
And ye then splash a bosom
Stoic yet so calm
Waiting for such a profound ransom!
Inside such a frenzy
Let him pray
For such a joy of mutiny!




Shamik Bose 7th May 2010


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 6, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 6, 2010


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