Shamik Kumar Bose
# The Fountain - Poem by Shamik Kumar Bose
The tears of thy mountain
With careless frolicking!
Ye also sing!
Whilst baby Robin flies a tempest
Piercing into that prolific darkness!
Only that remains!
Everything just perishes
One day, whilst a dream may vanish.
And only that remains!
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
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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