When she swayed in sashay
Swans shied in dismay
At a beam of her splendid smile
The full moon waned in shame
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Blinking at the bright light, I thought
“I’m all set for a long trip! I must!
Through many unfamiliar routs”
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(This was rather my first poem)
You kept a long silence
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Layer me on your lips oh dear! I vow
I will be the tang of your daily prayers
Wear me in your blue eyes, oh my love!
I will bear your tears and fears for ever
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Boss asks euphemistically
“You’re not the same force you were once”
Friends demand anxiously
“Hey! What happened to your antics and puns? ”
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(This is a very famous story I heard a long time ago. Many pontiffs used to often quote this.)
Two saints on a long journey
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Whenever some friend praised
That my poetry is good
Fuddled; I raise my hand
To check for horns on head
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AS Moon I enjoyed my moments
in spite of my waning fortnights.
When Romeo blamed my light
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