When his emotion and thought are at marriage bed
and a mind atoned by the symphony of the nightly shade
oft flashes her pretty face-
perfectly distinct among the entire race.
at the vacant corner of his placid mind
moments sweet or sour often clash and grind
as she stands affixing her luscious eyes
in a face so dear;
with a sultry smile, he doth perfectly remember,
blushes from a heart full of cheer
be it Winter's chill or Summer's rage
or when the moon broods like a wise sage
a pure heart she doth bear;
'all's well'- it murmurs
while for him, love aplenty she rears
his belief so once was apparent and clear
and his Hamletian heart so instinctively pure,
that throbbed at an age of two score
with love aplenty and still growing for more
now out of its dwelling place,
it loiters- under the birches, near the rivulet,
or across the soggy path where they first met
where the wind sobs and the sky tears
over a dejected mind and a sombre heart.
©Prafulla Kr. Panda, India.
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