New reply from Susan Katz
<p>Thank you for sharing your work with me. You have some very fine moments in this poem which does seem to have a classical feel to it. I believe there may be some moments when the translation into English is a bit confusing. This poem is a bit long for me to consider for featuring in our current request for two to four line poems (non-rhyming.) But, keep writing – you have, I believe, a passion for it. Your friend in poetry, Susan</p>
https://poetladykatz.com/poetry-talk/spirits-do-love
Original Post by @srijitrahaofficial
SPIRITS DO LOVE
<p><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;">SPIRITS DO LOVE </span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 40px;">-Srijit Raha</p>
<p><strong><br />The night was cool with elfin breeze<br />Smooching one’s soul to eternal freeze<br />I strolled through the haze of moonlit lane<br />Where oaks bury dead in melodious trail.<br />Amidst the gloom I whistled my way<br />But found the woods so strangely still<br />That seemed like shadows just ceased their play<br />As if they sensed rival within.<br />Half a mile I walked almost<br />When I noticed a figure in the murk.<br />A girl in teens with crimson smile<br />Wavering her hair clinging to the waist.<br />I quickened my pace to gain her soon<br />To drench my soul by her voice.<br />But found her fused with fogs of Hurst<br />Together with cluster of glow-worm orbs.<br />My sense stuck aroma of tuberose, elm<br />And wits got charmed with bussing breeze.<br />I found myself in weary dream<br />My hat rolled afar in blustery scream.<br />When the eyes caught glimpse in dazzling light<br />I found me lying in fronds of clove.<br />A chit lay cramped in palm of mine,<br />Scrawled in it “Spirits Do Love”.</strong></p>