I sat to write fourteen lines,
each filled with love
Three quatrains and a couplet
Ah! that will be enough
Shall I start with thy beauty,
amassing all the metaphors in a pot?
A rose, a moon, and a peacock,
bankrupting all in a shot
Or, I portray that ambience,
which I feel when I am with thee?
Aye, I think folk should know,
how important thy shade’s to me!
Like the warmest sunshine in cold – winter days,
like flowers scattered in thorny ways
Ye art as important to me
as water is to fish, and idol is to shrine
I pray to god in all incarnations
as I am thine, may I’ll be thine
I sat to write fourteen lines
to sketch my love
But can one drink a sea at once?
Then how could fourteen lines be enough?
Oh mom stop worrying, I promise,
this scarce pen of mine will get even more fame
My verse, thy virtues rare shall eternalise,
and in the heavens write thy glorious name.
Madras Courier originally ran as a broadsheet with a poetry section. It was a time when readers felt comfortable. sharing glimpses of their lives through verse. If you have a poem you’d like to submit, do email us at editor@madrascourier.com.
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