Seldom comes like a boon from skies blue,
Nor yet comes without a hint or clue
Though quiet comes sans time,
When no jingles may chime,
Silent comes like dawn's droplets of dew.
Welcome its solitude,
The lady has her mood;
Get drenched, never drowned under its hue.
Yet, Lady Muse when came,
Alas, what a strange dame!
Looked at me— Hitler as would a Jew!
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Humour | 03.12.2017 |
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I would like to translate this poem
Inspiration is profoundly loaded with humor sir......loved reading this beautiful Limerick..................10
Thank you Dr Swain, I find Limericks offer a great amount of poetic freedom for varied treatment.