By Anwesa Das
Circumstances unbidden are certainly intriguing
For neither foresaw the leaves unfold
The blind eye fooled amidst a mass
As they recognise an angel - unconstrained
The rarity of it’s beauty (platonic I assume)
Those eyes as deep as wells of wisdom
The treasured saint plays the messenger’s role
Eradicating barriers of reality and fiction
Time hustles, makes haste, then flourishes by
Soon they become your vambrace to hemlocks
The treasured saint offers immortal comfort
(In affection, thus unveiled, in utter solitude)