O my Love! A sombre, sad desert wears a smiling, green saree at your sweet touch,
A gloomy and intimidating night, illuminates all around like a benign torch!
A dry spring of the hottest May day springs soon a fountain of felicity and happiness,
The sourest tamarins taste more delicious than the Cabernet Sauvignon grapes!
O my Love! The chaotic cawings of the crows turn more melodious than cuckoos',
A tyrranous Tempest lacks her ferocity, and like a soothing, serene breeze, blows;
At your celestial touch, a million Jasmines of rapture dance away life's sorrows,
Oh! An eternal and inexhastible Sea of Contentment in life ceaselessly flows!
O my Love! An agile butterfly of gaity comes flapping to build a castle in my heart,
At your Angelic and Elysian touch, a dead engine enigmatically revives to start;
The dormancy of Kumbhkarn flees at a glance to pave the way for wakefulness,
Life lives till Time paces; death is, anon, imprisoned till eternity, by Fortune's Grace!
O my Love! It's true. Such is the magnitude of your majestic and magnetic touch,
That except for gaping in awe and gratitude, my words waver to eulogize much!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 06.09.19
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