Writes For Thou, The Swain Of Thine Poem by Abhisumat Singh
Writes For Thou, The Swain Of Thine
Oh Beloved! Thy memories, so mulct and intact,
Not battles million, shall tarnish these;
Thy smile, a dazzling and priceless artefact,
Not bought by riches, but, brought by love's ease.
‘tis thy swain, who, for thou does write,
Mayhap my love reach to thou;
Methinks, darkness hath quivered by thy light,
This habbit of thine will be explunged, how?
Being apart, is like malisons from mage of rebel,
That stripe this heart, with all their might;
Avec thou, I'm serene and imperturbable,
Whereat all feels tender and right.
Till lives this heart, as it will now;
It shall be unblemished, as it houses thou.
Poem resides the natural worthiness and requesting the life to rise the intimacy with nature.
2nd task as give us more constable of our own and our new version of the world
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12/5/2025 6:00:12 AM # 1.0.0
Very good poem