O Fair Lady Poem by Hasan Maruf

O fair lady, embalm my wounded heart
With the beauty you hold
Don't make me weep and leap
In the smoldering heat and chilling breeze
Like a flight from the heaven's height
Things change with a wisp of our plight
In January, we begin with all blue
In December, we end with no clue
When the time flees like a rainbow feast
The moon reclines to a globe of sepulcher
So shall your beauty evade from your nebular face
Like fantastic folklore which once entertained our race
The nature and its progeny will no longer entreat
That for you, I tasted the sweetest of all defeat!