Leisurely the midnight now embraces the sea

As her dearest lover among others she

Took as paramour, he is but the most beloved

One can tell, by the fervour of their commerce.

Oh! The beguiling union! makes me covetous

The shore profound filled with moans of the sea,

Underneath the moonlight, pale yet placid

The grove abreast, sways in ebullience

Of the pairing, fondled by mizzle; they pay no heed.

Quietude transpires them, at their culmination; deific,

The lovers prattle, caressing the other; undraped,

The moon vigilant chaperone-- enounces it’s time,

For the day, unaware of the amour.

Quietly the midnight now pecked the sea

With promises of eternity, she parts at dawn

An enthralling whisper left a note---

Some memories are better cherished alone.

Some memories are better treasured alone.

Memoirs of a Union

Saikat Bhattacharjee

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