Fury, A Maid So Shy Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Fury, A Maid So Shy
Lo, angry when I felt and watched it,
Hastily my rage beat a retreat;
A shy maid in black mood
She does seem, but caught nude
And exposed, she seems to lose her wit.
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Musings | 03.05.13 |
Rage! ! With the muse of her age; Oh! This lovely maid; Aid paid for her steps, But, she is always shy. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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5/6/2024 7:37:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Fury and rage is a shy maiden. When you watch her she beats a retreat. Thanks for visiting