" My Sanctuary (The Sonnet)

Next to the sea of arabia,
I laid my eyes on a fairytale.
At her sight the continents vanished,
At her voice all scores turned stale.
I sat there at the back listening,
As she stood up at the podium to speak.
One distant glance was enough,
And I forgot that I was a scientist.
My native land had given me nothing but heartache,
But the syllables of her lips caressed me as ointment.
In a long time I felt at peace, without the rush of chase,
My tired soul found sanctuary in her elysian presence.
But mark me well, love is not about being the recipient,
It's about caring even without the other's awareness. "

― Abhijit Naskar