Santosh Kumar Biswa - WHITE DOVE

White Dove
An Anthology of Love, Peace, Fidelity and Humanity by Santosh Kumar Biswa
Before I Come Alive
Retard to retain the rising sun that upset,
O moon! Behind my eyes, Aphrodite to play.
The melting heart, let it melt on her mantrap,
Not once, but today I go anarchic on her arms.
Let the alluring night dilute with your grace,
The mingy sun to persist stray from my nap,
Venus, like the sea nymphs to embrace,
For my desire, yearning to resurrect soon
Like the 'Seven Years' War' my mind scuffled,
My dream to favor now, that remained selfish.
The heaven, on my hand to mete out in full
To plow me blitzed out of her martial love.
I'll sing with Apollon's lyre to you when done,
For you, being so benign as kind as Wulver
And the Mt. Olympos to trip the light fantastic.
Just, let me fly higher than what Anteros did,
Himeros in heart and Herakles in strength
To despair Thespiae again to see the métier.
Stars are fixed, their choir to steer and thump
Stand firm to hold the sun before I come alive.
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