Srimayee Ganguly

The Swan

At nightfall I glimpse Diana saunter
Amidst the deadly serenity
The zephyr kissed her feathery hair, her dainty feet roved -
The darkness of mortal soul and celestial serendipity
That hid the mighty mysteries through ages that echoed
Of tales supernatural, forlorn, miracles all—astray;
The moonlight breathed into me
Bittersweet flashbacks of an afterlife
The foliage hushed, the evening star shone
I drank from the chalice brimming with the elixir of life.
Through the days my eyes they sensed
The enchantment of my terrestrial sojourn;
At darkness, I ...