Dr Dillip K Swain Ode Poems

I behold you as the solitary flower
On the ends of a branch-let
Ah, your fragrance travels miles
Gratifying even the dull insects!
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Oh, my dear conscience, naive warbler
Your charisma guides me as a sorcerer

For my unforced errors which I weep
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He fervidly inspects he's surely distracted
His mind and soul are unevenly distributed

His corporal self rests in a roseless bed
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Oh, my dear set of binoculars! How can I praise
your magnanimity to help me enjoy the beauty of
things from a distance that I can't visualize
in my feeble and powerless naked eyes!
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Oh, the dancing drops of rain
You are my hope against hope
Beseech you to drop again and again
And let me dance merrily sans pain
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