The Fairy Poem by Sajad Meer

O, ye what craze you did to me,
I don’t belong, you see,
My fancy prayed her, 'O Pixy'!
I saw but, her plait, a golden bee.
Seemed leaping to the kingdom,
And never to attend my joy, her hum,
You Enchantress', 'O dear sky soul”,
Sigh me a little, O’r my howl’
May I croon for the cause,
Oh love! Rhapsody for you those,
I raised never my love touch paeans!
May I raise a pining swansong.
Would you hear my spatter?
Joys, yearnings and eyelash banter.
She hardly pleased herself, her gown.
Bright sparkled and tiny stars brown
Her hair, the corn circlet woven,
With barettes two and tulips grown,
Watered from the truest thought,
They wore a pinkish sort.
Blossoms fled from her face,
Her adorned lash had a golden lace,
What yearned delights, broken glass,
The flight continued, Alas!
Numerous years and more,
Is, what I yearned fore,
Waitings and everything sever.