Philosopher's Stone

by Rupradha Mookerjee

Today I wanna say few things untold
You touch my heart and it turns into gold
Your care never makes me feel I am alone,
May I say you are my philosopher’s stone?

You are pouring pure ecstasy into my life
Will you be beside me in my struggle and strife?
When you stay with me I have no reason to moan.
May I say you are my philosopher’s stone?

My sins will be rinsed in your virtuous shelter
Will you be my eternal guide, my mentor?
Under your supervision my integrity shone.
May I say you are my philosopher’s stone?

13-Apr-2011

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Comments on this Poem

Well that's because you only see my sunny side Sir! :-)

rupradhamookerjee
15-Apr-2011 05:55 AM

Very thoughtful poem, Rupradha. Love in true spirit, deriving the sparks of life. The philosopher's stone is in essence a flint stone... I do not agree on one count that a heart so pure can have any sin!! Love.

Kumarendra Mallick
14-Apr-2011 23:54 PM