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KISS

Behold the east and see the sky
Ravish'd unbound in solar dye
Has bent over to kiss the earth--
Coy cheeks offer'd in extreme mirth!

Notice the soulful parting kiss
At cradling skyline's cosy abyss,
The sun and the earth's twilight rapture
O'er the sparkles of marine splendor!

Platonic states the allied gesture,
Complete in love sacred and pure;
Long live this celestial union--
Truth and virtue's boundless bastion!

But come do storms in the quiet bay,
And 'so tempests on the terrestrial lay;
They do ruin the lovers' divine bliss
With their hideous demonic jinx.

Here, too, our own men no less vicious,
And love falls to the lewd Oedipus;
Cynics defile it by their distrust,
Or to the spoils by thugs that's lost.

Yet, the sun ne'er sets, the meeting ne'er ends
Against the intrusive fiends' crook'd bends;
Blossoms do love with holy incense
With utter submission to the divine innocence.

                                                            -- N P Samal

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