The Magical Glow Of Love Poem by Subrata Ray
The Magical Glow Of Love
The Magical Glow.
I needed not to say a word
Her impressed look read my bard.
Therein there was a haunting psychic,
Willed willow in romantic hike.
A magic as if sending senses into sleep,
And melting the memory into dreamy fabric.
My Vagabond felt something like romance,
Flowery gusto in the spring-green trance.
No vocal transport but the full-bloomed dumb,
Defying my sensory enacted its triumph.
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5/4/2024 6:31:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Many poets since the inception of poetry have attempted to decode the feeling of love, but none could say what it is. Like my predecessors, I too have taken an attempt here.This poem I think would catch the readers minds and they may have a glimpse of the ever unrealized enigma.