Shelter In A Stainless Soul

By Praneet Sarkar

In the midst of a seething storm,

Blessed was I to be hidden from

The vexed heavens that lost control,

In the abode of the Goddess with the stainless soul.

With eyes that cut deeper than swords,

And a crimson smile enchanting worlds,

Manage, she did, with her soulful strain,

To detain the heart of this silly swain.

By Praneet Sarkar