Oh Fool Return The Philtre Poem by Ratnakar Mandlik

</>How many stars are there in the welkin
So many are in the world elegant colleens.
We lo at the beautiful stars distant
And we roam in the galaxy of colleens.

Burning bodies are stars tell scientists
Philosophers quoted of disastrous colleens.
Burning stars are a pleasure to our eyes
The circes demand our broken heart's sighs.

To fulfil their demand they never hesitate
Even to enchant & break a pious mans' mind.
The lass first hands a philtre in his hand,
Not allowing him for salvation to meditate.

Return oh lover to the rogue that philtre
Before getting fooled & get success's guarantee.

Poet: Ratnakar D Mandlik