Showers of sapphire and lightning looks;
A beckoning star with swelling sighs
I tried to clasp a fistful of light;
No greeting stretch of hands;
A stiff-lipped silence
A cold steel-grey stone-touch;
I slunk aside in a neglected nook;
No more I wished for cobweb dreams
No more to diet on moonlight beams;
Her dusky bosom heaved at once
A creeping thrill in darkness dense;
A wondrous miracle—I felt intense;
I touched the fringe of bliss beyond myself
Is it a dream or a mischievous elf?
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27th March, 2024 Somaseshu Gutala
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