The Spinster of an Winter Morning

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

The morning blossom endeared with a heart

The awful beauty raising all its arms

Each moment repairing the smile

Calling forth all wonders from every directions

The thin blush arising on the face

Quickens her eye lids for the visitor to receive the flaw

To strain the honor and receive the new bride

To lose his heart with the sacred passions of a youthful battle

The sinless and virgin moment that robs all the bliss

Leaving him in the hand of an un pending death

Why are beauties praised as wise men’s passion?

The spring rushing from heart to heart

Blessing both in the unawared moment

The shameful area of the mortal frame hanging on two lips

Waiting to sink into one another

But

All the unfamiliar measured distances

Finds a plasticity for all times to come.