An Ode


O how famished I feel,
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.

Comments

  1. kya baat hai.. itne saare blogs ek saath.. :-)

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  2. waaah kya baat hai...
    really gud poetry u did..
    rhyming ke liye hatsoff....
    anyways....keep it up..

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  3. wow....honey amazing poetry...keep it up...

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