Songs Of A Bridal Robe Poem by Deb Panda

Sing this beauty; pause not-
For it will fade after its plot,
Harshly; in rough passage-
Gets weaved in glorious beauty.
Stop not! For this song will be -
Yours- immortal spirit in winter,
When the world descends to its ploy-
Fixed in love for them, the master.
The world will be in my cottage-
When dearth of word detaches-
My pilgrim soul; rose through the sun,
In beaming glance from rough patches.
Shift not! Brittle mortal pain-
Immortal; unkempt dress will be -
In heavenly measures, voice of beauty;
Divine- for my soul be in bridal robe.