The Artist

Hamlet - Poem by The Artist

Whenever comes in front of eyes; my dearly Hamlet,
Far away goes all; from my mind; my instances of regret.
There in the meander river flows sparkling and gleaming waters,
My sight wanders like a butterfly, but ceases my chatters!
Near the banyan tree foliage, is there a Mango Orchard,
Pleasant shade subsists everywhere; the air sings songs like a bard.
The green serene yield dances on the black rack of the farm,
My soul raptures in ecstasy, but my feet take me aback, leaving that charm.
Handful of a stomach, hath taken me aback from my hamlet,
But though I always was identified by its name, whenever to someone I met.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 6, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, January 6, 2014

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