Arpita, -The Hidden Intruder. Poem by Subrata Ray

You silently came in my garden,
And bloomed as a secret flower
, Never I minded to notice your beauty,
For, your fragrance floods my bower.

Your damsel glory voiced the story,
More of the awakening of the first love,
With a demand, soul-winning command,
Began to vibrate all in my harp.

My dying desert got awakened,
As if the Cherapunji made it her home,
Undone years were a-shored like flinging foams.

Where I was transcended, I can’t tell,
But my dim recollections qualify,
In the realm of ecstasy gently, gently,
Whole of my Being went by and by.