This poem was occasioned by the seeing of a beautiful face..
Someone said that it seems faintly inspired from Byron’s ‘She Walks In Beauty’. (clearly then, it needs more talent than inspiration to do a Byron : )
(picture courtesy: a distant friend) 
Read on…
On Her Beauty..
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‘Twas whispered, and ’twas spread
From the corridors of Heaven,
When fairies met
The story of Poseidon, He rose from the seas
To answer prayers of an unknown maiden
Of lowly lineage, known to few,
She gave birth to a little angel,
Blessed by him, and fathered too.
Of flowing hair,
Of eyes wild
Cradled by Beauty,
That destiny’s child
Till this day He comes,
His daughter to meet
To her truly such beauty feed
In holy books unwritten
And by Gods unapproved-
A beauty so immortal,
That angels beseech
To see her is to die a little
And every day I, in aspiration die
Oh! The beauty of heart – its warmth and mirth
Are notions mediocre, that belong to Earth
She walks into my dreams, I confess
I write love rhymes, she sits beside in glee
And some days, we dance for a while
Oh! I’m bred in desire, and dismissed with a smile.
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April 16, 2009 at 4:06 PM |
Indeed…it requires more talent than inspiration to write such neat poetry..:)…another lovely rhyme!!
April 16, 2009 at 8:01 PM |
dhanyawaad : )
April 18, 2009 at 1:31 PM |
Generally when I read poems on blogs, I rarely reach the end. But there are some exceptions.
April 18, 2009 at 5:29 PM |
arre waah ! : )