Once I Met Her.. Dusmanta Choudhury

 

Once I met her in word adornment
A heart whose love is too innocent
Tha Moon is ashamed at her look
Hair is like a flowing flowery brook

Strolls like a moon ,in a white night
Of cloudless and starry skies bright
Her words in my heart dearly grow
As they reflect on her soft brow

Flows from her a nameless grace
No culture on earth ever did face
Feelings are serenely sweetly express
What a pious soul,she does possess

Streams the flow of light and dark
In her eyes, the lightenings spark
One stream high and another is low
As if,trees in dusk, their heads bow

In thought and conscience, is a vine
Climbing the inner life divinrly align
Of all that lightens over her words
So soft, so sweet, tone songbirds

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