Dedicated To My Madam, Who Admitted And Appreciated Me For My Amateur Attempt On 'Herself' As Follows: My Tutor - Poem by Sujina Sudhakar
Here sits and tutors like the virgin of tudors!
Fragile is her frame since the twelfth of late year,
At fault of fate in hand with the morning gawker,
With no heart and no aid in his rising rays
Lapsed her! O Lapsed her! She is my tutor!
Unforeseen of trauma, sat she among the tutors,
At thirty past two pierced her, the hex of that year,
O why She? With the aura of Nature's every dower.
With pain in her vein and with drain in her face,
In this million masses, You prefer, why my tutor!
But You can't fail her spirits, whom, one of my best tutors!
Though grew grey her short hair, She is still more fair.
As in youth in years and always flutters in gay temper
She always proved the endurance of her weak race,
With her starry eyes framed in black and bold mirror.
Though youth in age and grave in looks among tutors!
Her soft sweet speech reveals that looks are mere liar
For She holds a splendid heart grand than Nature's bower.
Draped in silk, and with ring and brilliant in her ears,
Walks she smiling with soft steps to her chair.
With her jovial air glittering like triumph Flora in spring,
Sits She amidst the numerous shades of new-blooms
Tutoring tenderly in rhythmic pace on the 'Bard of Avon'
Who serves her daddy in sole like Earth, with any aid not
Standing alone but moving around for Mankind alone!
Maria is her middle name and let Virgin Mary guard her,
Along with her ethereal Mother, who in heaven with-
The alluring angels in God's hand with eternal glory,
Bless Her Child 'Long Live in Happiness My Sweet Lady'
And this is the genuine wish of this young poet..
Who adores and admires You, My Dear Madam! !
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