A Charming Converse Poem by Kiran Somshe

With a quivering light striking mine eyes
Thy beauty thus spake
"Can you bear me? "
With a fashionable passion I spake thus,
"I do, like empty vessel that bears water
So shall I, having thou dearth can bear thine self"

Thy beauty thus spake
What shall thou give to have me?
With a fashionable passion I spake thus,
"Nothing! For beauty dies on the plate of commerce.
The dish thus served are fit for dogs or lusty flesh"

"What are you if not the flesh with lust? "
Said thine beauty with red eyes.

With an uncertain passion I spake thus,
"I certainly am a flesh with blood and syrup,
Of love, passion, enigma.
Like air that cements life to flesh yet the flesh not airy,
Lust gives life to mind yet not the mind in its whole."

Thy beauty with tears spake
"So I dream to wear you, the sweetest ornament
That canst shine less than hundred prince's robe.
Yet the robe less prince's charm shines
Beyond the gold's of globe
Wait for me, when am old
We shall walk as one
And talk of Jove's mighty love
When I am gone and done."