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