Poem by Dr. Ranjana Sharan Sinha
Night with the silver moon,
Languor upon the hearts,
Whispers of romance in the air!
Breaking away from all the
Shackles and bondages,
You and l — oenophiles
Together with wine –‘the bottled poetry’,
Past and present merging into a dream
Resonant with passion,
Future a far-off phenomenon;
Moon…the white glowing moon!
You look at me with the wine glass,
I melt in your familiar clasp:
Love growing and deepening with each drop
Before we, into the ‘Dust descend’!
Intoxicated under black-blue firmament,
Smile creeping on my face,
I lift my eyes to the sky– Alas!
Lonesome clouds vagabonding about
The empyrean sphere like homeless children–
Helpless, hungry, weary: the derelicts!
I think about the plight of destitude children:
Pink passion of love fades,
And falls to the ground like discoloured
Shrivelled petals of rose!
Sad to the core, I blink back my tears!
Copyright Dr. Ranjana Sharan Sinha