Here I curse you

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.

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

I should have cast you in the dirtiest gutter, With all my curses to make you rust to break, But can't as her love does not permit for such. As her beauty so precious, you too for me, ‘Cause you're the gift I received of tender love.

Better, let us barter, the thing both wants, So that, you serve yours, I mine with ease, Not with pause that brings alterations, But in smoothness for gentle flow of mind, Than shall I be able for perfect capture, That last for a generation to come, when I go.