Oh! You are to me no less worthy, rich and enduring a resource,
Than what was the serene Solitary Reaper to Wordsworth once:
She had left him hypnotized by her spellbinding song, though unclear,
And, you lifted me, with your honeyed tone, to a state, transcendental, ecstatic and rare!
Oh! The charms of the laughing and dancing daffodils could not last longer in the port's mind,
Than your graceful etiquette, candid affinity, lively lucidity, o my memorable Find!
Thus, to forget you, even for an instant, in my whole life time, my dear,
Is to be more ungrateful than Brutus, and and more callous and biased than King Lear!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 03. 03.20
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