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HEAVEN'S AGELESS YOUTH AND UNDYING DANCER
KRISHNASANKAR ACHARJEE
Of huge hints of love developed dear in heaven.
Ageless youth of voiced violin, excite & enliven.
In the city of jove all graceful girls daily applied.
Of her heaven-extolled-leap everybody, swayed.
With her unknown insanity sweety-springs, call.
In tired body evening's unique woman to install.
Seems in eternal beauty the half-bloomed rose.
Of her eyes' hit, everybody turns into comatose.
Upon the restrained couch two lips unwavering.
With her two eyes-wink flowers sweetly smiling.
Heaven's golden-glow glaring as a liking's-lamp.
Always youth wayward without egoism's stamp.
To be transitory looked, vanished bashful stars.
Of love, in spell of a dream sages lost manners.
Cross early youth coming in calftime duteously.
In a wave of delight own-sort,diffuse preciously.
From the creation of volatile verves she listless.
Heaven's all wights shaking of her youthfulness.
As an inmate of dwelling-house never bloomed.
Amorous gestures and postures, seem loomed.
With infatuating elixir smiling soul, be attached.
As a dying Daisy divine dulcification, dispersed.
Of a gathering in glowing girl she is eden's river.
Her youth like pellucid surge, drop-curtain never.
Of ambrosial intentions Jupiter-longs for mercy.
Even not like a housewife by paradise's potency.
For instance, the thickened coast makes dream.
Obeisant ease from eden to meet in the stream.
Opens her own heart dearest easy with oiliness.
Of youth undying ageless dancer, fully laziness.
The earth of a day stolid of thy liking O, rescuer.
In soulful rain to greet from sleep, choir-master.
Of loving minister in heaven as serpent shaking.
More series of crazy clouds saluted by dancing.
Look yond' in endless sky all attendants drowsy.
Always with blazing desire nightingales dreamy.
O, coyish caress your listless two eyes swelling.
Of musical heap in bed eden's frowns revealing.
O, ageless youth do thy lustful look still flowing?
Furnace-issued-fires in the heart widely burning.
With thy startled & restless mind, non-stop zeal.
Like the sprung mist anklets-jingling-bell to feel.
Oh, nocturnal indolence from the western wave.
With thy locks-spread-love makest all into slave.
O, animating elixir by degrees to move far-away.
Pang on whose love, in soul her thoughts, sway.
Of the past all grief never touches, violent storm.
In nonplussed luminary shamefaced look, form.
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