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The Days Of Fruitless Love

Who can understand the pains of my solitude?
In this mysterious self-hearted land.
None, but I with similar magnanimous fortitude,
Can partake in my mute solemn band.
I write in honour of fraternal gratitude,
To resurrect those tombed under the silent sand.

The days like Phoenix, rise and dies,
rising again and again, with the first opening of our eyes.
A lonely soul forever it cries,
dumb to sweet singing, blind to beautiful sight and deaf even to the melodious lullabies.

Alone he walks around the earthly mile,
bereft of people, like the isle.
every dropp of emotion on him turns futile,
a corpse he becomes in search of smile.

Far away in the midst of the sand,
He meets a replica by God's hand.
A coal by his art,
But diamond at heart,
the isolated prince of the land.

Together they marched towards the road,
sharing and dividing their secluded load.
One showed the river and other the fountain,
a descendant of the tribes and a refugee from the mountain.
releasing each other from their desolated abode.

In between comes a queen with Hellenistic glaze,
cold turns my heart on him, towards the queen it sets ablaze.
The lovely contretemps and the amorous maze,
the scream of heart when new feelings for love graze.

Lovers webbed themselves under the priestly moon,
again in the disturbing morning, throughout the scorching noon.
Such labour of love, such a lovely boon,
lovelier their efforts and their loveliest cocoon.

The seasons change, their love decays,
lovers loving gratuitously.
romance chains break, the passion unrepaired,
Oh! ! Forgive said he 'my Greek Deity'

Again on the paths I walked alone,
unkempt and condemned, encumbered and love lorn.
Cursed was I by the Godly born,
the jewels of memories turning to poorest stones.

A lover dies young, and youth dismays,
cold those temperate season and fragile those darling buds of may.
A sight of hope, my vision disappearing,
my trailing friend, lost in love, left without reappearing.

My eyelids tear, I see my lines.
Sighs and tear for the days gone by.
I read it loud, too loud these rhyme,
left with anguish and fading echoes of mine.
New journey awaits me like eternal sunshine,
Like ray of hope, to shape my time.
I prithee, consider not that I was smitten.
Tis just a slice of my phase initially written.

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