By Ritvij Tiwari
How dare thou, 'O cursed eyes',
To blink when such a sight divine.
Of my Dew Drop, in her snowy dress,
As her dimples blush, two cups of wine.
If thou thinketh so little of me,
To steal a tenth of a second of she.
Then mark my words, 'O eyes of mine',
I shall rob all the light from thee.
And if thee shall meet thine capacity,
I shall dissever my soul from body.
Float and haunt the ethereal land,
To bathe in her grace, for eternity.
So I bless thee a chance to be blest.
Pardon thy sins of hellish crest.
Be now watchful, be so still,
And let me mark each one of her threads.
It’s a beautiful poetry.