Jul 2014
How resplendent looks thy lovely face
In these bright, fresh morning rays!
Paradise flowers do not bloom
With more magnificent grace.
Thy aura lights up the dark room
Of my heart’s nightly gloom
As a blink of those coy eyes
Fills my lonesome vacuum.
Surely it would now be unwise
To reject the blink’s disguise
As an invitation to embrace
And sink in sweet rejoice.
In these bright, fresh morning rays!
Paradise flowers do not bloom
With more magnificent grace.
Thy aura lights up the dark room
Of my heart’s nightly gloom
As a blink of those coy eyes
Fills my lonesome vacuum.
Surely it would now be unwise
To reject the blink’s disguise
As an invitation to embrace
And sink in sweet rejoice.
The poem tries to mimic the rhyming style of Robert Frost's 'Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening' .. http://www.sparknotes.com/poetry/frost/section10.rhtml
(Pune, India)
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