My muse

Swapan Kumar Rakshit

My muse blushed to telleverything, but she didn’t hide

That her feelings have been changed by nature’sgrace.

That made my manhood much spirited by bringing pride

And encouraged my heart to place ourselves face to face.

The subtlest chain that linked me together with my muse

Suddenly changed into a reverential rope with fine knot.

Like two slaves of the nature we started to use and reuse

The sources of enjoyable heat within us to become hot.

We started to yearn for desperate tenderness in silence,

Our eagerness intensified to feel our life’s newest pulse.

She rearranged herself to reciprocate my sudden prance,

But holds me tightly inside her to oppose a quickened revulse.

Our activities encouraged our desire to be more adamantine.

But I know that my reverence helped me to enter into the shrine.