Shades of white and red
Like a Bengali Bride
She entered my chambers
A hundred reflections - in the mirrors of my heart
As evening set score of an orchestra to come
The redness between her foreheads stirred passion in my dispassionate heart
the Red dye on her feet had not yet dried
I wondered how can I, make love to this maiden of unparalleled exquisiteness
As her anklets and bangles, brought a thousand questions in my heart
Yet, with the harmony, I carefully, led my maiden to heaven's gates
She sighed with every touch
Her bosom was where my lips, are to find its course
On many many endless nights we danced and wrote our tales of passion
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