To a Newborn Lady

O mistress mine,
Thou art the oldest wine,
Thou settled in the heart of mine,
With all my wishes, I hope,
Thou shouldst be fine.

This was the day,
You announced your arrival;
In me,
You found your loveliest pal.

That day onwards…
I hold your hand…
Let’s travel to some unexplored land
Where we find not the drudgery of a weary band;
Only the soothing murmur of some lively sand;
And we place ourselves in the zone, still unmanned.

This is the loveliest spring,
Nurtured by a cozy winter,
And no precious thing is
Snatched away by the Time-hunter.

Now, it’s the time to make your mark
Take the planet through a complete jerk.
It’s the time to brighten your name;
Show the world, you’re not an ordinary femme.

The more you’re held in reverse light
The more you shine in obverse bright.

© Mayukh Lahiri.