Sunday Poetry By Shampa Saha

Triumph of love

Love is like a festival
Sometimes as serene as cherry blossoms
Sometimes as intense, as blazing as the beauty of Cleopatra
Intense but enchanting
It’s perplexity and emotion that cannot be bound by linguists
Can’t be tied in clasp
Cannot be caught in the fist
It is not limited to prohibiting horizons
It is like a chimerical sky
That encourages endless flapping of
Two minds for reunion
Ever love means burbling river
That mesmerizes everything around
Sporadically like the wavy ocean
That wipes away every social burden

Love is such a sacred flame
That burns all the defilements of
The human mind
And promotes it to the level of divinity

Let us sing the triumph of love.