Fame Poem by amanyu t thulasi

Fame


Passing tides are by me
Who killing time upon the lea
Has himself to strange musing lost
For gained what has he with his host?

Down his courser browses the meads
Forgotten; He in mighty deads
And in sweet incantation of some lady’s name
Searching, Scourging is for undeserved fame

The world without, shouting aloud
Roars, for away to be haled the shroud
Of languor…. Of despondence
“Thou hath a way long to go hence”

Now who be me, forgetting aught and the lot
Reposing sensing a talent rot
And over evanescing fame moaning
But a drooping bloom next morning

“The trees now their diadems green bear
The sky azure, the mere full fair
The green with verdancy content
Look, O! Look, green’s o’er green bent

“Lo! In has set the spring all ‘round
Anon the kingdom in joy would be drowned
Young leaves revive to this world they yearned to see
But why has languor befell only thee? ”

Harken! Mine is a farcical tale
Has begun and’ll end somewhere round this dale
Of an impish boy with shrouded talent
Who for fame had bode still and silent

Strings, woodwinds, what not could he play
From the deep of music, a hallowed fay
The hues of the world were at his finger tips
This tale you can hear from no other lips

For, in dour retirement his talent he’d veiled
From melting and rotting well concealed
For bees and plants and he tonsured ling
And with nature’s ears alone did his poesy cling

Yesterday, a grievous loss had been, for from
Today on hopeful notes alone I strum
And for morrows to come, I’d not’ve seen, in vain
That befalls fame but when invited fain
Amanyu T.