The Rhythm of my Heart

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

The Rhythm of my Heart

O fair lady, at last, I'm done with the rhythm, The heavenly beat when palpated so closely, Of its words, crystal in nature and vivid. On you it proclaims me, I never got along, And made me agnise the action I had failed.

The ever first, in loudness, yelled at me of love That I had failed to give and you be deprived of, The freakish brain to halt, minutes too less, In abundance, to flourish and never to cease, Not of excite, but to ramp up flesh and blood.

The second, admonished on my pattern, Not by lusty mind to cuckold out the box, But to laud the beauty already in hand, Postulating the mind to manifold kinship That God loves, never to breach again in love.

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

Beats echoed on; beyond the circle of the mind, My fluid as a messenger over the streams, Rich in words, over and over to notify, And to keep in words never to bumble, That everyone takes it upon making from me.