She is waiting for me the whole night,
With the moon on her head in her amatory light.
With thousand nosegays ready for my each single glimpse,
To spell my morning with her love ridden limbs.
I stepped into her with my dream clouded head,
Her gleaming dew softens my feet and soothes me to daze.
I drew up my lids but they fell down again,
I meltdown on her chest just ahead of the lane.
She sings in my ears with cuckoo's pleasant tunes,
She left me drunken with her beauty in my gloom.
I am inundated in her beauty flooded in each blade of life,
What a spill of the magic divine do to end my strife?
Paramananda Mahanta
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