Comments about Rudrarpan Chatterjee
On Your Presence
I walked the land, parched, aching for a drop,
Of life, chafing to relinquish it's share
Weary of my travels, my lone sojourn
Replete with tales of withering despair.
The vast expanse I trudged, lost and pensive,
And at the darkest hour, the dead of night,
Saw you, resplendent in summer attire,
Serene boughs laden with pallid moonlight.
Dawn, an enchantress at a masquerade
Mesmerized all with her seductive sway
To a tune no minstrel could replicate
Of birds nestled in your arms for the day
The world transfixed by his compelling gaze