Are you the serene presence that soothes my quest?
the moonbeam on the river's crest?
Where whispers of wind and water flowed
Are you the echo of eternity bowed?

Like a lotus bloom in the dawn's first light,
Your besot unfolds, warm and bright.
In the garden of my soul, you are the tuberose,
Fragrance of the night, the sky sowse .

Your chime, is the crickets’ chirp
The coy smiled face, radiantly unsurps .
In the canvas of night, you are the star,
Guiding me home, no matter how far.
© Shree Mukherjee