Gorgeous Damsel of all cynosure
What plague has befallen thee, no cure?
Thy beauty's match meets no defeat
For no other sister has got your feat
Alas, thy radiance's such a scam
Which repudiates admirers as sham
Thy black iridescent complexion,
Bewitched glaring faces to commotion
Thy divine talent and vastness,
Earn thee mother of barrenness
Since tis true thou art a barren mother
Thy age grows fast, faster than empire
Thou art no worth at all to me my dear
Though thy moribund death my fear
I shall myself console for thy loss,
Painless pain betrayal of thy toss
I have all hope resigned on you
Only my rhyme can my hope renew
For thy filth is so much gross,
Bringing me infamy no mortal knows
How I wish you'd wake up from your sleepless-
Slumber that's stunned thee since years numberless
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