Older than the ones after More beautiful are your cluster You teach me the only way to catharsis Penning down everything in meiosis
Today the world respects you Thy inspiration and the honor that is due you In criticism, correction, exposition and ecstasy You've finally become my fantasy
I thought thee to be a hard nut But thy exposition has tied us with a knot Keeping me under thy tutorship Oh! Thy beauty is worth the worship
In parables sometimes thou art written To confuse the amateur with meanings hidden Thy love is in between my knees I confess You've given me this prowess.