One hushèd night upon my moonlit bed,
A tender thought of love awoke my soul.
To verse I turned, by star-born muses led,
As silver joy across my spirit stole.
Through open casement, skyward rose my gaze,
Where Luna bathed the world in hallowed light,
And lo! I saw thee, veiled in dreamlike haze—
A sylph that soared upon the wings of night.
On wings of poesy I flew to thee,
And traced with thee the constellated dome.
The moon, in envy, watched our ecstasy,
And sighed for love within her starry home.
Then home I came, with rapture brimming o'er,
To write our love in verse—forevermore.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@June19,2025.
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