When tempests rise upon reality's sea,
And storms assail the chambers of my mind,
Thy voice, like starlit hymns of mystery,
Restores the calm my soul had left behind.
When tangled in Love's hook with bleeding breath,
And passion's wound becomes my inward cry,
Thou com'st—a seraph warding pain and death—
With balm of grace and light within thine eye.
When Beauty lifts me to her crystal skies,
And Love rains down in silver, sacred streams,
My spirit drinks the joy that never dies,
And bathes in bliss beyond the world of dreams.
O Love, my muse, my guardian, ever near—
Thou art my dawn, my star, my song, my seer.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@June16,2025.
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