Poem: The Sylvan Godling of Love

The Sylvan Godling of Love

By Madhura Banerjee
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At times, when the sleepy, old light
Of the farewelling, March-end sun,
And the soft breaths of coming summer
Through my weary soul do run,

And the city squalor turns to vapor –
I sometimes rewrite thy words –
Such delicate words, such pretty flowers,
Easily blown by gusty herds

I fall against a cloud of petals,
Every ash of doubt cleansed white,
Every bleakness, every sorrow,
Every pallor take momentary flight

I see, in dimensions a million,
Shapes and hues, unexplored worlds,
Reality, never more welcome,
In most beautiful tracts, unfurls

As is the tenderness of love,
True and unsought, selfless, untainted,
You are – bright star of my lost evenings,
For you, sylvan soul, mine hath fainted

Madhura Banerjee is seventeen years old, and a school student, from West Bengal, India. In her pre-teens and early teens, her poems have been published in the extras of The Telegraph, namely "Telekids" and "The Telegraph in Schools." Her short story had been short-listed in the Top Twenty-Five of the All-India Scholastic Writing Awards of 2006. Her work has been published in the online magazine, Teen Ink.