Courtsey Poem by Sathya Narayana
Courtsey
How long shall I impress?
With this expressive silence
I am not of the age to hide
Anything, anymore
Of this biting void
Nor you are a new-born
To treat my dumb dialect
As an unintelligible jargon
My love is still alive in spite of
This agonizing stand off
Like a glowing cinder
Burning in my heart’s kiln
Douse it with unkindly grouse
Or kindle it with a billet-doux
I am simply at your mercy
Waiting keen for your haughty courtesy
A word that can move mountains and lift spirits.... Thanks for sharing, Cate
silence is deafening at times, and a lovers' quarrel, cold vibes can try any one's patience. i think everyone can identify with it. you are very good at romantic poems.loved it, got the male point of view.10 Mamta
Wonderful poem, sir........expressed with a beautiful simplicity of thought...thanks.
courtesy well shown at her mercy...well, must be recognised at love's levels...a good poem on love and the agony it brings along...10
I am not of the age to hide Anything, anymore Of this biting void Nor you are a new-born.....................oh what a voiceful words that impale the frigid frame of stone detasting reeks of gesture unsavoury, wonderful expression ingenious beneath the cinder glow.,10+, thanks for sharing
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A good one Sir...........