When Words Fail, Similes Fall Short… Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Some paint charisma of their charming love
In glorious words and gorgeous glitzy verse,
Some keep love's cutest likeness in a purse,
Or in whatso ways their fancy may move.
Yet some, nigh like history's mighty Mogul,
A monument for their love were to build,
Shimmering marbles might ere long get dull,
Or some think of hundred odd things a field.
Yet I would, no thanks, by none of them mine—
I know she's a jewel forever rare,
I'd just say: she by self her own doth shine
Like luminous star, no more to aver;
When words fail, metaphors falter in faith,
The most I would, ‘ah she', and hold my breath!
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The poem was inspired by one of John Davies.
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Sonnets | 07.11.08 |