An enigmatic love poem, by Basudeb, exclusively for Different Truths.

Then I ask my lady,
How many days in a year you were happy,
How many moments you shed tears secretly,
How many autumnal evenings you get blissfully,
She gazes at me with her penetrating eyes,
Simply she nods her head and lends me her ryes.

Again, I ask her,
What leads you to come here,
Hence you have come to me at this moment,
Let us go to the balcony,
And enjoy the bliss of this darky moonlight,
She stands up and says, right.

We sit on the outer sofa side by side
She clasps my face with her petal like rosy palm,
The midnight time, we slide into quiet balm
She flooded me with kisses four in her ‘Elfin grot’.
I want this moment to last long for ever,
And let this union of our two souls never waver.

Adieu! This celestial image in my eyes break,
With harse sounds and I ponder on my dreams,
Is it a monologue or anything else?
She is now an absence, in my eyes, she a presence.
She comes to me and fades away into vacuum,
Is it my midnight waking dream or it’s otherwise?

Poet’s Note: This poem was born after reading some poems of Keats and Browning.

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