The Sweet Sweetie. Poem by Subrata Ray

In the ups and down of temptations' profile,
You Sweet wipe sorrow's figure and beguile.

In the dreary ways of unknown miles,
You Sweet peep and mitigate the weep,
With your soul effusing smile.

In the hopeless desert with empty heart,
Melancholy takes possession on the will,
You Sweet bloom breaking nature's seal.

In clouded insecurity while plunge with no rope,
You Sweet come by like a floating boat,
And make me the monarch of impossible hope.

While the natural hunger with thirst starve,
You Sweet repair the senses' agony,
And play your unasked love in my harp.