An intense love poem, by Prof Sonjoy, exclusively for Different Truths.

Your play of passion has to be through me
Thus you have descended
Without me, o my beloved
Your Love would have in futility ended

Through me you have spread your carnival of delights
Within my heart, dance your festivals of lights
Within me your desires vibrate
In a million forms sensate insensate.

You kissed my lips as a petal’s soft dew
Tousled my hair in your storm, passions grew,
As a beloved you came in delectable forms
Reflected your Love in me, and withdrew.

So why is it that in the games that you play
Always out of reach you stay,
Just minutely, subtly, fractionally away.
With inflamed desires you leave me enslaved
Then left deprived, by you I am saved.

This, your cruel mercy, I have gleaned over years
Without asking, you have given so much
Passion, laughter, ecstasy, tears.
You tempt me to seek your pleasures
But cruel you, you subtly hide your treasures

This, I know, is your test, your mercy
To perfect me, to make me worthy
Layers of half desires, imperfect embraces,
Through unkind cuts you chisel away
O supreme potter, your outer hands hit hard
While inner palms in deep support
Always and constantly stay
To shape me for the ultimate end,
Where with open arms you wait for me,
Where all roads meet, at the final bend.

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