Swairik Das Poetry

Honied ardor basked from my hermit heart –
A sweet flavor of candy sensed by her aura, as she went past
I stood by my bumped dopey abstractness, Alas!!
She turned back by her benignity, killing my reveries, Aghast.

Palavered into my daydreams, embellished by spare chance
A lovesome zeal of bond aflame by her glint eyes, felt at her glance
I trusted my dazed bust heart, so soon filled by so much emotions
She neared towards me by her benignity, killing my last breathe, quiesce.

Perplexed at the acquaintance so arrested, only a smile share apart
A whisper unspoken heard by my ears, she stole my heart at long last
I realized the moment so idyllic, and insisted it to be forever
She woke me up by her majestic paroles, killing my nap, Drat!

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Poet: Swairik Das