THE RHYTHM OF THE BUTTERFLY Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
The Rhythm of my Heart O fair lady, at last, I'm done with the rhythm, The heavenly beat when palpated so closely, Of its words, crystal in nature and vivid. On you it proclaims me, I never got along, And made me agnise the action I had failed. The ever first, in loudness, yelled at me of love That I had failed to give and you be deprived of, The freakish brain to halt, minutes too less, In abundance, to flourish and never to cease, Not of excite, but to ramp up flesh and blood. The second, admonished on my pattern, Not by lusty mind to cuckold out the box, But to laud the beauty already in hand, Postulating the mind to manifold kinship That God loves, never to breach again in love.
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