Upon that hallowed, shadowed summer's eve,
My beloved came to consecrate her soul;
Her touch, heavenly, bade my heart believe,
And quenched the thirst that time had left unwhole.
Her nectar graced my lips—a sacred draught—
From her deep breast arose a silent psalm,
That soothed my mind, once fractured and distraught,
And stilled the tempest's fury with its calm.
Her fervent warmth transmuted me to lyre,
Whence sprang a melody, unheard, sublime,
A strain that stirred my essence's buried fire,
And bore me through a gate beyond all time.
Unfettered by the mortal veil above,
Enraptured, godlike, in the sphere of love.
By Dipankar Sadjukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@June26,2025.
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