Comments about Sucharita Bhattacharya
Lover Of The Night
Beneath the windswept moonlit sky
The tranquil, cloudless autumn sky
The Night enrobed in purple hue
Sings a silent melody, and true
This voice, this song from lips unseen
Enchants my soul, this voice serene.
The murmurs from the trees tonight
Bespeak of the haunting charm of Night;
This nameless grace, it lingers still
With such strange joy my heart it fills.
Gossamer dreams and thoughts astray,
From slumbered minds, they steal away;
I feel their languid, breezy flight,
I taste their nebulous, transient light.
The mildly scented breeze it ...