As if the moonbeams were painting
Rhythmic kisses
Over the Ganges’ breathings
The golden waves dancing
With an uncanny euphony
Beckoned like an aromatic waist
To embrace the untold passions
Devoid of colour and grandeur
The distant small raft
On the verge of luminous
Eyes moving to unify
With the darkness galore
Slowly without any prosaic desperation
My heart escapes there
From this land to that
Breezy lips of utter satiation
Where there are perhaps
No shame of failure
And no joy of unexpected victory
Only leisure with numberless pleasure
Long delirium maintaining no syntax
No lack of expression
Tempted me from within
Devouring my mundane entity
The paralysed glimmering
At the fag end of utopian gloom
Startles my delicate unconscious
No indistinct voice
From that misty realm
Whispered into my gristly ears
Unveiling the mystery
Whether my intoxicated assumptions
Were out of fumed fancies or
As if the moonbeams were painting
Rhythmic kisses
Over the Ganges’ breathings
*** The original and unchanged version written by me. ***