THE RHYTHM OF THE BUTTERFLY Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
Here I curse you Alas! The mightiest pen, Here I curse you with my bleeding heart, And call you, selfish you appeared in need, In this poetic hand filled with imaginations, Ready to catch the beauty of its kind, In words and words of my fair lady, Through inscriptions in this paper, Worked out of heart and soul, purely mine, To grace it with her lasting beauty, And to give her life afterwards - even death. Here I curse you for your mightiest pause, Not even four could I accomplish in lines. So mean you appeared, jealous and envious, Of my love and her beauty, so captivating.
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