Be A Harpist Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

Be A Harpist



I'm not skilled to paint the charm of your face
and catch you when you on the porch, flit.
Did you descend down from a heavenly race
to activate my sleeping wits a bit?
Oh my Gazelle! Stop awhile to have a glance
on this unused harp and strike a string
for melodies and tunes new to enhance
and give me kicks with clothes to your body cling
and have guts, those who are on your tail, to fling!

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Watched someone running on the verandah with a lively smile at me. Lord Byron has some spell on me to write.
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Rajendran Muthiah

Rajendran Muthiah

Madurai District, Tamil Nadu, India.
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