Poetry. . . from Neelima Islam
In Serene Solitude
As night casts its spell of darkness
Over the lush green hills and dales
My thoughts just fly on the wings of a dove
To be with you, touch you furtively
Since then with each breath I take
I get the fragrance of your tender love
The bells of loneliness tolls on and on
In the midst of this sepulchral silence
And the age-old yearning gets hold on me
At such an hour, O' my saviour sweet
Wish you could pass by humming
And twirl my grief into moments of glee
In my festive reverie, I feel your frisky feet
At the doorstep of this forlorn abode
And the ecstatic flow just knows no bound
I find my world blazing bright and full
The gloom all vanish, the cheers revive
My spirit no longer dwells on the ground
Blessed is the heart, which is loved and can love
For the mere word works like Houdini's magic
All you need to possess is that precious 'wand'
There is nothing half so sweet, so enthralling
As falling in love with someone in life
Then embalm the memory with the golden 'band'
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