For hundred years

I will not sleep for hundred years

for the raging soul aspires to be

poetry of your endless nights

a dreamer of your dreams.

I will not sleep for hundred years

for your love searches the divine in me

when sinews of your prophetic verses

coil around my corporal being.

When those diaphanous words

will spill your upturned folios

when every letter will reverberate with love

my essence will find its core

your name, its long-awaited purpose.

Those hundred years then

evaporate in time and space

those nights sing in harmony

while you behold me in your embrace

and I repose till eternity...

By Nandini Sengupta

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