An Ode
O how famished I feel,
Which no victuals can heal;
Thy thought hath left me,
With longing purging sanity.
Which no victuals can heal;
Thy thought hath left me,
With longing purging sanity.
Thou art my beloved,
Whom I most cherish;
Like hounds chase hart,
Akin,my emotions,my very heart.
With thou my days were prismatic,
My gloomiest days turned ecstatic;
Hath thee stayed a litt'l longer,
My fantasies would be canopied with bowers.
kya baat hai.. itne saare blogs ek saath.. :-)
ReplyDeletewaaah kya baat hai...
ReplyDeletereally gud poetry u did..
rhyming ke liye hatsoff....
anyways....keep it up..
wow....honey amazing poetry...keep it up...
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