Bring me the opal cups of the bloom of morning-glory
Fill them with the wine brewed from the divine Ecstasy
I have been named a Delegate to the Festival of Light
Bring me the crown of fire
Sprinkle silvery dust of the stars in my hair,
The spring tide has verily flooded my soul.
Bring me a psyche-rose love-fed source of perennial delight
Make up my lips with the yearning of the pomegranate seeds
Glad hymns of a realised dreams haunt my ears.
Bring me the sandals that tread the path of the tenderest love
And the mystic flag blue and gold of undying hope,
Summon the cresent-moon to take me to the Carnival.
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Niranjan Guha Roy- 1960
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