A Sonnet on a fine lass
Blessed am I as thy beauteous eyes see.
Red rubies, crystals fine there be.
Deserve thee honour with angelic gift
but none I’ve thy royalty can fit.
First time meeting, as you talk
Fair, fine time flee as I hark.
Sought I thee in my heart’s heart.
Yet, alas! go away far thou art
Soul pure, divine dost thou possess.
Beauty charming all so in excess.
Many a word, letter hitherto sent
For no fairer way for heart to vent.
Lush gardens, parks, nature I’ve seen.
None, charming as thou hast been.
- Sibi Shekar
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really beautiful sonnet... Sibi