Poem by
Bipasha Sengupta
He's so beautiful,
like that of the voice of a siren
that attracts you to your own grave
and if that leads me to him
even if it's for one last time
let death be it,
for then it'll be
till death do us part.
My heart full of love
As I look into his eyes
For one last time
As I end my story here in this land
And as I fall into his embrace,
The world fades,
His touch, both gentle and divine,
Seals my fate;
he was always mine.
Binding my soul to his, endlessly,
let the stars bear witness to this vow;
If love is but a fleeting fire,
Then let it burn with fierce desire.
To taste his kiss, though it be the last,
I'd trade the future, and forget the past.
For in his arms, no fear can dwell,
Even as I hear the tolling bell.
For in his eyes, I find my peace,
A moment's bliss, a sweet release.
And as I leave this earthly strand,
I'll journey on, still holding his hand.
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