YOU YOUNG GAL
is so young.
I can only offer you my nimble fingers...
a heart of gold you already have...
To you I see so many are sold
a ''swayamvar''...
you may have to hold
call me
I will be judge
my young bird
for thee oldie that I be
granpally may be...
O speak not poet
have you not read me yet
Speak not
okay but read me yes
no
not, not
Once I came across a poet
who was very negative
He said
What is
is not
what is not
is not
what we have is not
what we have not
is not
so he went about in knots
Then finally
I told him
SPEAK NOT
COZ WHAT YOU SPEAK
IS NAUGHT
HE silenced but added
Silence me not
Very, sumum, original. But tell me, Is it not This poem, I mean A bit like living, In a coo-coo clock? Did enjoy it!
AS YOU SAY LADY ALSO read my latest swayamvar poetry now being posted kindly sorry for the belated comments I don't come to know when one is posted
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lived reading this poem.. Swayamvar :)
The Swayamvar Well i see you had replied If you google ''swayamvar'' it means a time of betrothal for a princess....the REST now read at my place