Ah! Pale Cool Lips That Burn

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Title:     Ah! Pale Cool Lips That Burn
Author: Dhan Gopal Mukerji [More Titles by Mukerji]

Ah! Pale cool lips that burn,
Body that yields, though unyielding,
Oh, moon with the heat of the sun!
Flashing out a million lights
To cleave into nothing the endless firmament of my being.
Take all; my soul's mistress! heart's queen,
The flaming fancies of my dream-tortured night
The intoxicating fruits of my day dream,
The fiery lotus of my senses' delight
That rises from the abyss of my life.
The abysmal heaven of love and living
Now bruised, burnt, torn and thrown
To the winds of thy ravishing rejoicing
Whose inarticulate words of delight and moan
Make the ever-yielding music of my soul.

[The end]
Dhan Gopal Mukerji's poem: Ah! Pale Cool Lips That Burn,

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