No And Ends, But Remains..... Poem by DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK

In the garden of beauty;
I stumble upon many a flower
Many a colour, many a star
Pink, yellow, aromatic, low
And it was a toss-up, my destiny
Made me to bow
To that bewitching beauty
And I had no illusions about her
That she is a beauty but silly
Frivolous and empty-headed but a beauty
Whimsical and childish
Are her ideals and aims
But a beauty par excellence
So much I love her
But love is not returned
Neither any grievance
Nor bitterness or anger
I feel against
Thankful to be a lover
A right others may demand
But for me always a favour
A bee humming
Round her chamber
Counting his nectars
Wish to enter and be lost in balms ever………….