I rise each day to warm the waking land,
Through fields and seas my golden fingers stray.
Yet still I seek, beyond the sky’s command,
A glimpse of her who dwells where shadows stay.
I feel her gaze behind the fading blue,
A softness in the hush of twilight air.
She waits where night distills the world in dew,
And I, in fire, can only love from there.
I burn to meet her in the sky’s embrace,
To touch her glow with light the stars would bless.
But fate has drawn the veil across her face,
And keeps us parted in our loneliness.
Though light and dark may never intertwine,
My every dawn still longs to make her mine.
*Sonnet
©®Madhumita
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