Some Beauties Reign Forever Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Fuller the foison faster does it fall,
All great empires in due time aught whither;
Some at zenith may look towering tall,
Wear curly plumes, tufted fancy feather,
Yet, grander they come greater be their gall,
Richer their rot with rancour getting spread
Right up to citadel's last standing wall,
Every façade of fame at fault from red!

And yet, all youth aught when at its time age,
Your charm, me love, seems to me no skin-deep—
Let that be this pen's languid last image,
Yet, with age your charm makes a quantum leap!
And if in my fond eyes the fault should lie
Imprisoned, would my heart reveal the lie?
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Sonnets | 14.11.08 |