Natural Enigma

by Kausik Bhaduri

Oh, Lord!
What’s a con!
So much of bounty
Enrich the dawn!

So many melodies
Make it Philomel,
But love is scanty,
Scarcely dwells in horn.

What for there are
Starry garlands?
For whom there wait
Floral rugs?

Southerly breeze still
Whispers clandestine debonair!
Early sun gazes naive
at the face of mine!
But Love is scanty,
Scarcely dwells hither!

Still my soul sails out
In unbound ocean!
But love abides in none.
O lord, if not this one,
What else is deception?

18-Oct-2012

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