Ye unblessed being;
Born in despair,
Afore blooming fully
Was eclipsed by death cruelly.
Though had a little past in poesy Art
Yet Great and Grand, ceased to be lost
Ah! Grief came to you as luxury
Indeed ‘beauty dwells with melancholy’
You’re wrong when you stated
‘My name was write in water’
Behold! Like a Polar Star at night
That Make sensations dark, illuminated.
A Dime-god of a sensuous claimed;
Bereaved, bereft and lost.
Words those you sweetly glossed
Mistook by many and harshly exclaimed.
Your sweetly tuned phrases
Are symbol of high Romance
That brings every soul in trance
And halt thousand gazes.
An ardent lover and a true Romantic
You are termed
As Sappho of modern times
How enchanting and enthralling are yours rhymes.