I Keep The Rest To Kiss Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Peering ‘pon that piano's passive plate,
How I covet to be that plucky piece
That silken soft thine fingers get to kiss,
O dancing at sprightly yet gentle gait,
Whilst my lips starve, and eyes left but to stare,
And wait for once in lifetime blue-moon chance,
A flitting hope to steal a furtive glance
In glee at keys— my black beast and bugbear!

And no, I scarce can paint my attitude
Fair, a duel between a hound and hare—
A life-less wood, howso seasoned and good,
More blest than lips— leaves me to grin and bear.
Let that wood blush in its rosy red bliss,
Keep her fingers, if I the rest can kiss.
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This piece draws no mean inspiration from Shakespeare's Sonnet 128. Let imitation at best be still imitation, but it is my way of paying tribute to the Bard. I could not quite match his subtlety in painting the scene. But then, I can only be me!
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Sonnets | 15.11.08 |