Transitory Phase

Sangeeta Das | Guwahati

The transitory phase
Through which I passed
From bud to a flower
When I felt your touch
Radiated with love.

My happiness spread everywhere
Like the smell in the air.

My colour shone brighter
Like the butterfly upon a flower.

My existence lies
On your presence
To be radiated
With love – every moment
Until I die,
Until the next transitory phase.

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