209. The Sacred Evening Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

Seventeen years I passed.
Still I smell the air
Filled with the fragrance of Love
Confined within an evening room.

So many springs I spent
One by one
But that evening of spring
Visualises me every time.

Perhaps that room was made
Only for our two hearts
Which were fully free
From the bondage of Time.

Our souls were embracing
Each other passionately.
Time can't conceal the evening
As it is made of our holy Love.

New years come and run away
Quickly and silently
But that evening of spring
Lives within my heart every time.

The sacred hours always inspire me -
Go ahead to create holy Love
And spread its sweet fragrance
Over the earth for decades.


By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
'My Own World', No.37.
Copyrights@December20,2015(12: 20am) .