Moinak Dutta

What kind of love, what emancipation Did once make that bard to find thee? Are You only a character of just a comedy? But then, towards the end of Juliet and Romeo So praised by the Queen, the wight and the beauWhen they came together, right at the tip of feather, How Shakespeare, thought of you, Viola, the heroine, when came to the bard's view,

A page, a woman with love so much unbridled, Who could go searching for her love as she felt, In the kingdom of that Duke, Orsino, How on the 'Twelfth Night,' ^ everyone did know

You, Viola, the muse of the playwright, How by your presence you made bright, Your feminine heart, your ways to find How to touch the Duke's nimble mind,

And when you sang for your brother, How Sebastian (thought to be buried in the sea) Came back alive to find thee,

What kind of love, what emancipation? Did once make the bard to find thee? Are you only a character of a comedy?

Nay, cause thou art true and wise By love made so, beyond tears and sighs, Thou art that eternal form of lyric sublime From which music emanates and also poetic lines.

Moinak Dutta: WELCOME! JULEY! BON JOUR! CIAO!

Me? I am nothing...I'm not a conscious poet...I just scribble; For scribbling is like singing spontaneously...It is like dancing loving the movements of body...So I live...So I wish to depart...