Photo- by Bijaylaxmi
The dusky queen, with eyes open
towards her cherished companion
smiles barefaced in a blithesome mood..
as dancing waves of Bay of Bengal
and run and chase of tiny briskly breezes.
Her curls undone, lose as flowing felicitation..
becharm night souls
and they sing a song known to them
of simplicity and informal beauty...
The lunar king smiles sweetly
with much adoration from far heaven..
When their smiles meet
an ecstatic magic spreads all around
from the bed of dusky queen to lunar king..
Lost in each other they find ones in the other
a little dusk and a little moon
affection soaked together..
Night passes on like a slow whirligig
making both apart..
Yet the trance remains forever
A promise of prolific awaiting
and the mesmeric song is heard over and over..