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A stranger: A poem by Jayashree Bhattacherjee

The disc of Luna partly concealed in swirling clouds of silver lace
Across the sky, as they raced lazily, on them I did gaze
Lights flickering through gaps in  trees beneath the  mystic sky
Entranced, I saw you, under the  tree standing by
Adorned in simplicity, I admired your artless grace
A flute in your hand, you charmed me with your smiling face
In the silence of the  night, you breathed mellifluous tune through your flute
Captivated, spellbound, transgressed, transfixed I stood mute
The magic flute on your lips, filled with melody, a calm fragrance did emit
My feelings merged into tenderness rare, my heart lost its limits
Unable to resist the irresistible I ran to you
But you had disappeared like the-wisp, gone before I knew
I went haywire, a mist gathered, my eyes were blurred
Your music had consumed all the sorrows of my world
Every day I eagerly waited to hear your footsteps in the  silence of the night
In vain did I expect to see your shadow in the  slanting moonlight
I cannot suppress my longing for you though I know you not
Sans logic sans reason for days together, after you I sought
A stranger you were, I knew nothing about you, it’s true
Yet you come in my dreams, haunt my days, will I ever find you?