That painted moonlit night

The painted moon from the terrace

That night, when the palace was asleep,

and my eyes refused to rest

in the absence of your presence,

Leaving the maids behind

I found my way to the terrace.

The sky seemed like a painting to me-

concentric blue rings drawn with

the magical touch of some fairy,

encircled the moon with vows

of indelible love and poetry-

words that can mesmerize the

souls who can bare their hearts,

the lyrics, ephemeral yet enchanting

reached my earthly essence;

At that moment, I could sense

your approach close to my own.

As your dark, kind eyes wandered

through the paths of my frame,

unaware of the wound and pain

inflicted upon you for long,

was lost in admiring my lost self;

I could feel your invisible hold on me-

I dared not to turn around

lest you infer the beat

of my ever-soaring anticipation

of your return from the battlefield...

By Nandini Sengupta

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