The Curse Or Bliss! Poem by Chandrashekar a posy poet

Oh,
My Love!
Often you chose
To speak in tranquility
with an elusive smile
You stood by me as an emphatic alp
Enduring torments galore in solitude
Yet, soliciting mirthful me and embrace


Oh,
My Life!
What a Punk
I was for long enough
Seldom seen, hardly heard,
Rarely realised even awhile,
Never to feel and ever to praise
You were bestowed upon ceaseless
Lurid moves and sporadic encounters

Oh,
My Lord!
Hear me please
Now, Here I am
With all rueful regrets
Pleading you to the core
From the bottom of My Heart!
Please forgive and grant me a wish
Never to miss you; My Soul, My Doll!