Romantic Excess Poem by Subrata Ray

She in her crescent blare,
Flashed as damasked May,
My wonder waiting eyes glimmered,
Beyond the visibility of a bay.

My imagination's wheel weaved on,
With splendor of what she could be,
And an eternally somber mirror,
Sprang, from the unfathomed depth of me.

Discovery! discovery! cried my poor being,
As if I lost my memorized-mind,
The tinged -glow of romantic idol,
In the astonished figure,
Rippled and gleefully shined.

I wished to catch, willed to set a match,
And forwarded the suit of my infatuation,
The rock trembled and ran,
The sea got evaporated into the sun,
But my vision grew, and grew, in commotion.