AN ODE TO MY MAUDGONNE
O my Love! Flowers seem stale and faded before your charming cheeks,
The silvery Moon seems less enrapturing than your sugary, luscious lips,
Before your enchanting eyes, the ever wakeful Polestar seems as if It sleeps;
Oh! Nothing but a honey drop of your platonic love, your yearning Yeats seeks!
O my Love! The croons of the cuckoos coax me not more than your caressing calls,
The swishing and darkest braids of yours are more mesmerizing than the Victoria Falls,
Before your bliss raining bosoms, tantalize me not the Rainbow's tempting streaks;
Oh! Nothing but a heavenly hug of your amorous arms your yearning Yeats seeks!
O my Love! The pricking thorns turn kissing Roses at your sensuous, sweetiful glance,
A million miles means merely a few mili metres when you flaunt your love fragrance,
Before your snug company, the deepest Seas seem shallow, and lowest the highest peaks;
Oh! Nothing but a celestial slumber at your heart's cosiest cot your yearning Yeats seeks!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 10. 02.2021
Amazing sir beautifully poetic
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