Love, Mercy, Pity swear to give you
Your majestic gait unless you kill
Thousand a heart not hidden in a view
Love, being a dress must make you a man
Utterly, who realize other and fill
With enchanting speech so all you attain
Mercy, being your face must not let
To charm the respect of you totally
Which as baize, upon you, always must wait
Pity, being your shoe must show way
To go further, letting you more tally
When much are done by you on a fine day
Those, who have no such Love, Mercy, Pity
Are less blest by Him to such amity.
COPYRIGHT@ RESERVED BY PIJUSH BISWAS
10/26/2016
[Published in his self-published book "Some Suitable Words", in 2018]
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