Shangri-la, a poem by Pramila Khadun at
Antonin Danek



written by: Pramila Khadun


Just when he was about to kiss me
A soft wind blew gently
And the candle’s light was gone.
‘In the darkness, kisses are sweeter,’
He whispered in my ears.
I was slowly being transported
In the world of love.
I could not reply.

I was fainting in his arms
While time was slipping like sand.
I could feel the sensual ecstasy
Of a poetic adventure, explorer of love,
Tasting the juice of love.
Like the Cedar tree, evergreen,
I looked at my wide-spreading branches
So close to the cherry blossoms,
Performing their secret ministry.

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