A Truth Within Poem by Kamal Prashar

Him
Amidst the lanes of dust and grey
From a land of moving curtains of white
Walks he straight with the wrinkles astray
Nay, he looks the muddy cribs in sight

"O Feet of Poison, fangs of prey
Shower on me thy love with might
A Jewel of mine in was lost in play
I come to thee with the hopes of height"

Her
Amidst the frigid homes of clay
Looks of gold, no deluding fright
The vision went out that woody bay
That soul of will in the moonlit light

"O man of flesh thy Steels display
The song of hope sing I in night
With eyes of coal set in silvery spray
No Tombs of folks come to thy spite
Tears thy eyes they blow dismay
No fist they put no manly fight?
A dash of hopeful songs portray
Thy soul revives in the peacocks bright
No pies in the skies lay waste in hay"

Him
Those ears of keen to the voice he lay
Thumbs of sorrow his heart did bite
In realms of dark he walked but away
An oration of hopeless pearls was right

"O Lady of trust with words polite
No games of fun this globe will play
Stay free a bird or the blue shade's Kite
Me wish no pain in thy life delight"