REALLY, MARIGOLDS ARE NO MATCH FOR MY LOVE!
O my Love! The dancing Marigolds ever falter to attract my prying eyes much closer,
Than the flourish of your beckoning Beauty incomparable, irresistible and rare!
In truth, had Wordsworth beheld your soothing smiles so inviting and galore,
He would not have exhausted his bins of applause on the sprightly Daffodils any more!
O my Love! Alas! The lively and lustrous blades of their lithe, golden lips,
Lag much behind before yours enviably vivacious that my rapt heart fondly keeps!
Indeed, had Yeats seen you sitting beside Maud Gonne, whose Pilgrim Soul caught him tight,
He would have been moved faster to shower upon your magnanimity more poetic light!
O my Love! In reality, had Shakespeare cast a glance at your enchanting cheeks and engaging chin,
He would have diverted his pen from the Dark lady to you to eulogize them as a Cherubin!
For, the fragrance of felicity flows not so much from them as perennially as from you,
And, they sail into oblivion soon after the Spring, but you bloom in my heart's garden ever new!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 06.01.2021
Beautiful....continuation of O' my love ? Even marigolds are no match ! Best wishes Sir
ReplyDeleteTq dear Sir for your kind perusal and encouraging feedback.
ReplyDeleteAwesome! A lovely poem!
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Tq dear sir.
DeleteBrilliant writing sir as always
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