From Petrarch’s Laura to Wordsworth’s Lucy,
And Tagore’s Labyanya ,-sang the bards,
The reddish- love, of their tinged-glow hearts ,
In every one’s Utopia, the strange madness takes part.
The abstract unconscious, of whose the world is a phantom,
Peeps its secret face, and impels to explore ,
The mind ripples, through sky, sea, forest and meadow,
But in vain, yet in chain, and links to infinite –shadow,
And Hemingway’s sailors, the Santiagoes, age-long go .
Ah! For self rebuilding , and reformation, reddish love causes ,
For man-woman knowing contentment, right from creation’s phrases.
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