Beneath the hush of heaven's crimson dome,
The breath of flame awakens in her veins;
Through mortal clay, immortal pulses roam,
And music stirs within love's golden chains.
Her bosom swells like dawn upon the sea,
Each wave a sigh of half-restrained delight;
The spirit within her moves majestically,
And burns the mist that veils the soul's true light.
No saintly prayer could pierce the boundless fire
That crowns the altar of her yielded grace;
The stars lean low to watch that pure desire
Where spirit, clothed in flesh, finds its embrace.
So Heaven stoops to kiss the lips of Earth,
And sanctifies the flame that gave love birth.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India
Copyrights@October02,2025.
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A wonderful with abounding and crystalline images. Well expressed.