The Romantic Revival Poem by Subrata Ray

The Romantic Revival.
In some by gone births,
We came on this earth,
And sang the psalm of love,
Through window-wide,
Through revealing ride,
As pair of equal share,
Of a gallant and amazing bride.

The cozy –breezy perennial green,
The kiss of the sky on the horizon,
The moonlit night in shadowy shrine,
Had their share in our love-making.
The remote strands of the Ganges,
The door-less lea of autumnal sky,
The resumed rains of Cherapunji,
And the cloud-lets bidding bye,
All shared our romantic highs.
Often in the village Alpine,
Our feet in their pace had the wine,
The mind over tender plants winnowed wings,
And the twilight-sun shrieked to sink.

Those were the glorious glory,
The miracles of our love-story,
And they by their frantic deed,
Have made Time their sole steed.
Now in another start,
We recollect Love from the cave of hearts,
And unrest the rusts to share our souls,
For the You in me and Me in you are the goals.