THE GERUND
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THE GERUND
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Hark! It's incredibly true that an Imarat of Falsehood endures not for good,
For, it takes no time to tumble and turn into debris in front of a breeze gentle,
To put its bragging Architect into a scathing shame, deep loss and agonizing stress mental,
Even if, from a distance, it looks lustrous, luxurious and alluring to be sillily misunderstood!
Hark! An Imarat of Falsehood is without the slightest qualm and suspicion,
Built on the foundations of hallucination by a foolish and remorse wooing perception,
Which lasts lesser an instant than a bubble does only to feed his fleeting reverie,
And leads him to land at length on a hellish
Purgatory to suffer to redeem for good!
So, O God! Let me be bounteously blessed with a humblest hut of truth and honesty;
That'll be resistant to the deadliest rains, the coldest hails and the grimmest quakes,
Which can mock the Fury of the nuclear fission that blasts the globe and wrecks,
Where will ever prevail bliss, beatitude, peace and transcendental tranquility!
*Endures not for good - does not last long
Tumble - fall
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 16.11.2020
O my Love! Do shine forever with a blossoming smile on your rosy lips,
Remember! That is my breakfast, lunch and dinner when sorrow never peeps;
And to quench my thirst with utmost ecstasy heavenly Ambrosia I sip,
When, thus, the richest treasure of life I most blissfully reap!
O my Love! Do dangle me around your coveted neck like the costliest necklace,
Remember! That will bless me with a golden chance to be an separable part of your flesh,
So that we both can be fortunate enough to enjoy life to the fullest,
And, no evil forces can stop us from winning with enviable marks our lives' Tests toughest!
Nothing only except this is what I ever crave for from you, O my Love,
A hearty 'Nod' of yours will fetch me an Elysian joy, and a lasting beatitude serve!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 01.11.20