Two Odes Not Married
Let not be taken, twice the plentitude merry;
Yet; little is, that worth not strove to loves worth
Fall to beating the bushy lane, amass worry-
Mess up, sullen hour and tears frozen, to path
To where, it started and passed, torments to bury!
Wonder! Not too stars of clatters heard-
In twilight-far, behind the hunger-lagged man
Into crank mine, equally to killing wizard
‘Cruel’ - sweep to their instinct- marry Life-
Marred, prejudice and patent-Love not married.
No More It Looks
This mind looks a wonder,
Lost and left on the bank of river-
That was flowing through a heart-
And no more got deserted to dust!
Oâ€™ Lord what it hosts long-
When life has owed to loving-
In a cold place of Universe early-
to mark equally.
With those richest of summer-street,
She comes calm and as in prejudice-
Pleases with sweet gale as though moon,
Changes to heavy darkness and stun!
Where these foul games born?
Lead mountains and peaks of pain-
As love is fired in gun-battle,
With no bigotry-
Before wanders descends to fall.