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A romantic poem |
| I can't take back my eye's, From you the most elegant girl. I observe the billowing, the wavy immature, The adolescence of 'thy' creature. This is your fulfillment. You become disgusted, It's natural & beautiful. You the princess of flower, Roaming hornets moves restlessly, They try to sing an effective song In a choked voice, To win over your attraction. Your tremble & nimble eye's Artfully neglects this prologues. You trained by nature, Well-known to their customs. You keep intact your solemnity. Some of them blown out & gone, Some of them wrathfully gone. I, whom you guess a bungler, That in-expert, clumsy boy astonished you. Is now your room for an 'idol'. Still, even now I can't take back my eye's. "Raj" |