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 have compared the blue of thy eye-ball
With the blue of the apparent Autumn sky
And thy cheeks with the brighter brim of dawn
And thy two swelling balls with two pieces of Kashmiri pomegranates.
Alas! I’m deprived of such stamina.
Otherwise, all the past poets might have withered
And all the future poets would have ceased to be born
Being ashamed of my art of glorifying thy beauty and charm. 0 0 0
(This poem ‘Lovelia-51’ originally belongs to the poetry book entitled Lovelia, a sequence of love poems by Menonim Menonimus)
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