OF BEAUTY
Weather doth adorn her grace ,
Rain doth pour her zillion charity.
Oft, she lingers with her solemn face ,
Heavenly sermons lack that gravity!
Aye, all ye poets so supreme!
thy words speaketh but substance,
HER whisper….an orbed face’s gleam ,
is a canvass for art enhanced!
Originally composed circa May 2004 in Bangalore.
Atanu
February 12, 2010 at 2:19 pm