Oh! She is gone, my merry dawn,
Through the lane from where she came.
That happy time still comes alive,
The morning sun: which was filled with fun.
The merry girl did come to me
To beat my heart in symphony,
Now she is gone, my merry dawn
And made my dreams tatter along.
I watched for her all day along
To hear that chatter, that ding and dong,
But she never came, my merry sin
Vanished from me, with doubt and din.
I remember the time, when she was gone,
The whole day was filled with mourn
The day was short, the night too long
All was gone, but me and a song.
That blackout day, that gloomy song.
That sorry time, my crying dawn.
That frosty word: that frothy mush
That gaucho me did fully gush.
Breaking the shackles, breaking the vein
I moved that heart with scorching pain.
Tears were wept drops did drain
That struck my heart; and drowned my flame.
O! Sinful me, what have I done,
My heart keeps asking, all time among.
Just kill that time, you carry on
But I just can’t, I’m frost with mourn.
The hollow soul did went that way,
That narrow lane to disarray.The winter grey didn’t even say,
A hopeful ray to the falling prey.
The New Year commenced, dreadful and densed,
A thunder wave shaking all the grave.
The fallen earth then gave me rebirth,
Regained my girth, showed me my firth.
A gift for me that I opened with glee
A wonder thing that felt heavenly;
It was the thing for which I’ve been
“My beloved luck with a golden duck.”
My darling day at last all came
What my dreams did say, without a may.
O! She hath told her glory world,
The words I mould in shiny gold.
My heart did sway, whippersnapper way,
My words of pray, brought me my hopeful ray
My merry dawn at last did came
Through the lane in a happy frame.
My fate did change, it’s spring again
My hollow heart did bloom like rain
The peacock girl, my brimming pearl
My valentine; she did fully swirl
My merry dawn was mine alone
The thorns of life was fully blown
The poem reflects, a flowing art,
It is the passage from my heart.
--2nd phase---------------------------------------------------------
That crying face, the humble gaze,
The crying me didn’t even raise;
My words are false, just some stupid clause;
The truth the cause will prove my loss.
But look at thee, thy brimming tree
My life is free; so fly heavenly
No stoppage time; it’s a poem, a rime
A written crime about my life sublime.
--3rd phase---------------------------------------------------------
My life is peered, crystal clear
The dreams that appeared; well are just now here.
That final sear and some frisky fear
The fable tear are not just mere.
“Lo living liar lover not I lay
Then let me look long thy lamented lane.”
Zilch she said, my zillionth fed.
The zing in me zipped hot like red.
That friendly haze, the blazing gaze
The fellow me did fully raise.
This time its truth; at least a few,
She’s given me in lieu, all her lively view.
And look at thee, thy brimming tree;
She’s made for me, so love heavenly
No stoppeth time; it’s my story my rime
A written mime, about me and my lady sublime.
It’s me! Simply
Jishnu
Completed in May 2005
Jishnu
Completed in May 2005
