As the dying seconds pass,
after the rush it is silent atlast,
as the moon so sets on a deep blue sea,
i find the saint was right to forsee.
With the last breadth that i take as ur heart so leap,
the mind so dances in fantasy deep,
ur eyes that shine so mighty in dark,
i feel crimson magic in its devine spark.
But yet alas it had to be,
like a waterfall in the mountains came the darkest leap,
when the devil in the hell smiled and scorned,
the maiden in the heaven threw a rose to mourn.
================================================uddalakbanerjee(ubj)
