It's Never Late For Love Poem by Sanjukta Nag

Hold me close inside your heaving chest,
And let me listen to the friction of those
Gray pebbles inhabiting your heart.
I'll extract gold from the crown of Apollo
For piercing impenetrable darkness,
Mourning on the air between us.
Green pines above the soiled core of earth,
Crave for that comfortable sweetness
Your violin plays through midnight breeze.
Believe me darling, it's still not late
To look for Cupid's secret chalice, that
Sleeps in a forgotten fragment of your soul.