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THE CONCEPTION The jasmine scent of yester night Soft fragrance and candle light The rising moon and murmur call Of lapping waves as they rise and fall
Summer breeze on a moonlit ’scape Beating hearts find no escape For the pull of life they must abide Helpless like the rising tide
From shore to shore goes out the call Tonight must even the angels fall For love beckons and they must go And lose their selves in passion’s throe
Awaken now the seed of dawn Now shining like dew on the lawn Deep within new life seeks life Towards daylight and new strife
But now it’s midnight and it’s dark Heartbeats the only sound stark The bearer’s face now aglow Awareness through the body flow
Passion now replaced by love For the seed sent from above Blood now turns to heady wine Conception life’s miracle divine. ~Siddharth Sanyal~
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