Nira’s Tale Of Love Iv - Poem by Tuna Biswal
Nira’s Tale of Love IV
Always She lived in a world of dream;
Embarked with handsome boys of cream.
Allured by the fantasy of youth;
She forgot the world of birth.
Her dimples were the unending slumber,
That lazy the evening of a laborer.
Her uncontrollable beauty soothed the old,
Also allured a plenty of bold.
She enjoyed her beauty every day,
Untill wrinkle of plenty elegized Her gay.
Once She mocked an old spitting, ‘ A Rustic’,
Even her third leg cursed for Her pride.
Guided by the youth She started abusing,
Every passerby hated Her sinning.
The old lady left the place in no time,
She could not understand her crime.
Like a lux of an immersed goddess,
Felt useless and cried in silences.
Her injury was healthy would never stale;
Her gaiety, boldness and growing pale.
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