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LATE NIGHT LANTERN
KRISHNASANKAR ACHARJEE
( INDIA- CALCUTTA )
"Illuminated by loss,
yet more gift than loss"-
--Tess Gallagher--
From modern
Magadhi civility, to be retained
well-wishes in the mind under the total uphill
influences
of wine, being allotted eternal beauty you set
fire your
pretty shape, from the hollow heat up to that
far-off stoical spring,
to play false all injuries
like as
about to the depart star, for that reason your
aqueous light's actions become stable in the
many
forgotten elders and the missing shelter in a
fresh
lease of grown-up youth's mind and marrow,
i am also even very chill of your splendid and
speed-relied
stylistic amorous sport, so not to be applied
closely into the dark i want to keep company
with your
'Stern reality of Nature' like the mild moon's
lustre for making full to
the brim of that very
all former
birth's dyed with acid wish and longed love.
In the love, i am n't
death-dejected or dread-
distress sacred drama's role, like the villain
or the
tragic hero 'Oedipus' but so like the realized
hero
"feeling for the suffering" i, all pathos make
steady in the power of vigour, want to seize
your
figure-flowing-flue, without any vision alpha
and omega, not to be cast off from the best
ailing role
like King Lear or Hamlet, my pangs-pithless
soul finds, with
the support of pardon-patronized-paramour,
the eternal elixir and being bodied your love
whose esse
only in the frothy town and the frontier part.
"Bon feu, bonne mine, C'est la moitie de la vie"
"A nice fire, good
looks, that's half the life"
[ Sylvain Barette ]
To be in your very pure beauty a plain-sailing
lucidity, like Pieror's st. Mary Magdalene, be
incited
with full of liberal love, so in a sense of, you
in your own esse, surely to be allured me in
a trice
to turn back in my upstream-memory, from
the damp
door and the spell of dealing-morals at least
i can raise your fine
flame and zeal (solemn
shape)
to the skies from the trivial tiers, on account
of that will attain your mute mode like highly
spirited
woman from the calmly night's caressed life,
since that you are like the fire subduing soul
on the surface.
With every small particle, that which to fall in
drops from your earnest
wish, i want to write
my love
lyrics to posses of your sayings, myth or the
full of unspoken words, to be fitted a special
guest
and spring, then i want to apply you closely
beside me just like the full growth-delighted-
dearest,
but you not to be fallen such into my insane
state rather
you made the earth-upright-poet console of
your own cultural heritage with intense and
ignited
insight from the far-off slander edge, cause
of all times alarmed poet's two eyes are not
so that
covered all over with wounds
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