Lovelia-57

LOVELIA- 57 The verse that comes out of the womb of love, though tender, is better And if my verses are so born might catch honour And if better is my lines- I think my sweaty labour is not in vain The present world may not appreciate my bony lines Let spring follow winter, let […]

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Lovelia-56

LOVELIA- 56 I’ve known the seven wonders of the world are leaning towards ruin The Heaven of the earth is being buried under the blood Many vast royal realms have scattered down by the fury of time And I’ve seen the green fertile woods turning into the dusty desert The same must happen to thee, […]

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Lovelia-55

LOVELIA- 55 Lovelia, my sole Muse, worshipping whom  My senses took birth, came into age and got perfection Some philanderers may turn to a poet running after thee And their pieces of poetry may outlive than that of mine But that mine is replete with true love, truer appreciation of love My poetry may not […]

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Lovelia-54

LOVELIA- 54 Everything goes under the sway of Time The flowers we see today must wither tomorrow The baby that looks too pretty must grow old and die The gorgeous palaces, the ever-glorified monuments Must go to decay. The high hills that stand proudly must, one day, wear away But my Lovelia, thou art an […]

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Lovelia-53

LOVELIA-53 For whom would I preserve my poverty-stricken pieces of poetry? And for whom would I sketch my faltering feelings? I’m so much woe-worried that my verses may not see light Only I know how much agony have been suffered In hatching and bringing them out from my womb. If, my Lovelia, thy cruelty kills […]

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Lovelia-52

LOVELIA- 52 Silent was my Muse, silent was my feeling, emotion and spirit Till my heart was struck open by your love Now I’ve woke up from my inborn sleep And now I can see and feel But it is too late— Thy love has bestowed flesh upon my bones Strength to stand up on […]

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Lovelia-51

LOVELIA- 51 Had I been a poet- I would have compared thy beauty  With the beauty of an Autumn morning I would have compared the deep scent of thy forehead With the pervasive scent of the night queen And thy eye-brow with the marigold. Had I been blest with the gift of verses I would […]

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Lovelia-50

LOVELIA- 50 O, all-devouring Death turn thy chariot Have you not seen the blood-sucking leeches Eating up the apple of life? Chase them, seize them, carry them to Hell Seize the beauty of flowers or the light of the sun Take off the green leaves of the evergreen trees  And make the world bereft of […]

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Lovelia-49

LOVELIA- 49 Come out of thy confined cell Open your eyes and awaken thy senses And feel and look at the sky- The twinkling stars are playing with their mates and maids The young moon is playing with the grey coloured clouds The red roses have bloomed spreading their  Fresh, fair, fragrant petals The birds […]

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Lovelia-48

LOVELIA- 48 As you treat yourself so you will be treated by the Lord Then why are you so cruel and severe to yourself? You bear beauty, a heart so myriad, a mind so spotted Though I’m betrayed well Treat thyself well and live  And let the world be paid what is due Dispense them […]

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