Desire Poem by Sumit Chakrabarti

Here no sonorus melancholia wings in,
Here lies no face hidden untrue,
Here lies the elysium of solitude in intoxicated grace,
Here lies the promise of lovers' solace.

Lie beloved, lie in my arms.
Beneath the flowery terrains of eased symphony, lie in my arms.

Let there be elation till the world ends,
Let there be unending grace oozing in...
Let there be birds in circled flight, playing lyre of love, as we make love, my love.