I dream of you, O eternal woman,
Your hairs swell and fall like the Niagra.
Your voluptuous hips, a sweet, delicate savoury of the night,
And your cheerful voice, calls me, as the morn sets in!
A thousand roses, a thousand bouquets,
Can never tame you, hold you back,
Our love, that of Adonis and Aphrodite,
Is better left painted in black!
Water-lillies,thousand-petalled lotus,
Can’t hold your tainted ‘love’ for me.
And it’s heresy to say that you loved me, for what is me.
Boundless creature of Night, I roam,
She envelopes me in her charm!
Lend me a soothing balm, when you come again, to make things how they were, at the beginning…of our ‘Eternity’.
~Soubhik Chakrabarty
Kolkata, India