“Evermore”: A Poem by Shreya Gupta, ID – DU2024BAS0024, BA 2nd Semester, Department of English

I press’d mine tongue within this humble cup,

Where once thy fingers pour’d the nectar up.

To whom now doth this tongue belong? 

If claim’d not mine, shall it be rent ere long? 

Though chain’d, I surge – her gaze doth rend my toll,

For she, enthroned where shadowed bees patrol,

With voice of combed thunder, sweetly sears

Her crown, a hive of aeons, hums mine tears. 

Alas, the sun’s last ray doth fade and wane, 

Her sovereign touch, a balm, yet bitter bane. 

Mine damsel, mine savior, mine wretched guide, 

thy madness enthralls, and bids me abide. 

Thy mind doth pierce me, still I seek thy shore, 

I bleed for thy grace, yet thirst evermore.