Ode To Beauty
I had a walk through her majesty,
I walked through fascinations
For ages,-
White peaks,foaming wine,quenched
Athirst me,
Deep down the dense wild valley
Flowed a tribune,
I of bathed my senses.
For her necklace it was nature itself
For her girdle-ring it was nature itself.
A heart so passionate
And lively compassionate,
Reason was her mantel ornate.
Elfin smiles and lucid looks on her
It were elegance and mischief together.
I saw hermits and angels
Competing earnestly,
I saw monks in caves meditating desperately;-
An artifact of creator's every single imagination.
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