The Lost Sentiment! ! Poem by sophia hayyat

‘…Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! ’...(Ode to Grecian Urn)

Bliss thou reacheth this time, won goal thou once yearnth for,
She still fair and thou, Bold Lover, glorious!
Feeling, not She, faded away, flown to inaccessible space,
Absorbeth in everything but heart, the faded feelings, the vagabond soul.

She still fair and young like blossoming flower,
Yet the Bold Lover canst reacheth for the sentiment lost,
Following the kiss and the contact.
But thou, ‘unravished bride of quietness’ grieve not,
For grief nor pain canst get him return.

He be lost in sweetness of ‘heard melodies’ lasting for days and nights, not life.
Rushing, crushing, devastating, hurting, smashing and shattering the expectations.
She be waiting upon lasting ‘unheard melodies’ not touching the ‘sensual ear’ yet heart.
Crying, lamenting, mourning, howling, and repenting on her fate and on her choice.

Halt! That beautiful moment of touch!
Halt! For thou art not to revisit to love and to crave.
Halt! For perpetual peace and solace,
Which is not destined to come back.
Halt! For the sake of Eternal Love, the Eternal Bliss…


after reading last stenza of Ode to Grecian Urn by Keats, , , i hav humbly tried to pen down what if the boy had kissed the girl? ?