Prithee, O Friends!
Bear me your countenance
And allow me a poet's stance
So to sing before her castle
Enamoring odes of romance.
Longing was I for this fair chance
To break this spell of evil trance
On my tonsured vocal muscle
And produce in blissful nuance
A solemn tone reflecting penance
I'd done, to be blessed with a glance
Of her eyes on my life's puzzle,
Unsolved by many and perchance
She could, with her perseverance,
End my miserable endurance
Of this tough grueling battle;
Bestow back my significance.
P.Siddartha
17/04/05
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