My eyes saw her face with utter delight,
Ears heard her singing that mighty did please,
My head nodded in passion's speeding flight,
Her ways and wit to reason were fresh breeze,
And heart as always apprehensive is.
She was mine, mind felt in utter fancy,
And felt humour would help me her to win,
My ego's false air felt, she aught be keen,
In conceit thought in fact she was at sea,
That dying she was my heart's gold to see.
But heaven did conspire to work against,
And everything contrived to scorn our love,
Hell laboured hard in a virtual heist
Forcing me in folly awkward to move,
And things broke down despite our mutual best.
When all ended my heart was left to grieve,
My wit and wisdom whilst sulked— still unbent,
Will wilted in defeat as to deceive,
My mind's eyes lost inner light they oft lent,
Discretion lost the sense of fair moment.
In matters such as this— of heart, not art,
Rid too many cooks, hail and heed your heart.
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Tongue-in-cheek | 18.11.08 |
She was mine! ! ! Love and art, To dine with her; But, all ended one day! Heartbreak, Lost love, She was mine. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I feel happy to have two readers who had something to say on this 2008 poem, thanks so much
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem on a heart in love.
Thank you Akhtar saa'b, what I wrote below also applies to you. Your appreciation goes a long way.