To Pallas Athena

Some fairy had trodden into my lawn
Methought when saw I a grey-eyed damsel
Who seemed to cast on me a powerful spell
That kept me awake untill it was dawn.
She wore a helmet and held in her hand
Firmly, but gently her weapon-a spear
Which had a sharp edge as if meant to tear
Dark clouds of ignorance spread on my land.

I ran in vain toward her like a child
In haste I bent down and kissed her white feet
My heart then wreath'd with this desire so wild
To wet with my mouth her lips honey sweet
And when blow the cool breezes fresh and mild
By body, mind and soul, she and I meet.

Siddartha Pamulaparty
Dt: January 5, 2007.

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