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Raj Kumar Poem
Had I not gotten into your chasm
The blissful fancy of mine would be-
Would be the gentle sailing by the kingdom sea
Rather I'd see the shadow of hyacinth be phantasm
Or rather I'd choose to blind my sight
And see starry soul be day or be night
And would burn my wistful heart more or less
Than to be seen burning your throng of loveliness
I called you in there,there a tapping ivories
Imbibing the mead and sipping berries
For how merrily the throstle sings by-
And how the rustling wind sync well-nigh
These dream within the pulp of Oleandear
It get be adornment of mine own thought
The springest bulb into falls and naught
This with a swore of two life's; my dear
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Raj Kumar Poem
Why did you have faith in me?
While in a bleak midwinter
These frozen oceans and sea
As though waves and stutter
Crawls and collapses your nosegay
Arms within arms thrives in you
Thought you would dance along the bay
But you saw pale and got lost its hue
Sulleness heart,the beating heart
Forgots the sound of summers fall
I see the tear from an Agamemnon art
And I remember now your call-
The sleepless night haunt these poor linnet
And the pardon eyes drip the rueful tear
And I travel far and afar till the shadows of bennet
Till I forget you ever by the flower it bear
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Raj Kumar Poem
I woke up the owls time,in the lurid lighting of moon
Pendulous stars and the cloud of maroon
A lady with a viol croon; dances the nox
Odours of opiate from the nearing phlox
Smelt by the lethe;quaffed the nectar
Time within time,how can you alter?
Trottoir we walked to the willow garden
No more fonder merely it's nature-harden
Startled at the stillness of swinging rope
Once we wont to loll and part our hope
Yore the songs of thrushes and harebell; dreary
Scarcely I felt,I ever felt your clench so weary
Sullen brae upon the droughty day
I pass over,over the mountain way
The comply of yours was a good resting tavern-
Then of me,now merely the voided cavern
Day within day,how can you be so far?
I see you in the silvern Luna with a fare star
I woke up the owls time,in the drizzle of summers June
Dances the nox; a lady with a bassoon
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Raj Kumar Poem
And tuning of fiddle,your voice vibrate along the strings
The strums of lute echoes far beyond and rhymes
The songs of a praise flows and clings
With an autumnal bare bough of winters rimes
My poor heart creeps and you please let it sway
In truth the poets heart is small like leveret
I plucked you a flower from the redolent
bouquet
And heaven knows a flower or your face of claret
Here comes my lovely nymph inch by inch nearer
O'god heaven is mine eye seeing a lissome sylph
Ruffled and tattered and struck the mine answerer
Was she the mayan people a words in their glyph?
And what so more to expect for mine brow to hold ?
The dewes of eyes or the snow of cold
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Raj Kumar Poem
Who taught the Shakespeare of a prosody
Or a book of words comes and coalesced
In every verse of Shelley romance and tragedy
'To a lady,with a guitar'escaped the summit of breast
For every physicians why the feather decents
For the every poets how they flutters
Not a hedonist but prophetic soul of fancy presents
And humns and shored on their mossy cutters
Kings and folks,sailers and merchant
Brethren and sistren speaks of bard of Avon
Thracian Orpheus wept in Shelley's mastery of poetic ardent
Therein the sullen dorado scowl in river of Devon
Ever hoped to greet mine those pierian spring
The pen snug in because mine thumbs are ageing
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Raj Kumar Poem
Mislike me not of my burning ray
My light bequeath thou the lukewarm day
Albeit the cherished dew doth dry
The ray cannot lurk, thus thou dost rely
The light dost form faint shower
And warmth bloosoms the flower
Creatures dwelling in the frost
Yearn patiently for mine accost
The world and his wife sings with bliss and mirth
Such harmonious with no thirst and dearth
My light dost pierce the abyssal floor
When night falls, it sheer to the ashore
Thou shall hath faith and trust
It shall never ought to carry by the gust,
Methinkst of burning all woe of thine
To garnish this realm of benign
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Raj Kumar Poem
And I quaffed the nepenthes of your touch
Vainly you felt me, yet not and not so much
I watered my flow'r,my bulbous marigold
Today it blossoms in distant garth; been told
I ask you and the ask,questions you why?
Awaits we the reply, the reply!
Mine smile fled away in hesperus radiancy
Too-the memories yet the only,the only fancy
O' mistress; my mistress where of you left me now
Many a day and night hurl a storm in my brow
While I was counting an alfalfa of a boundless meadow
The sylph swirls beneath the sempervirent shadow
Lured me to whirl along her susurrance eyes
Above the earth and beneath the æther of paradise
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Raj Kumar Poem
The near voice hight me down the slade
All searing whisper and the spluttering cascade
What's yonder in turf with a rolling heyday
O dearest love,is it you lying in this brae
I strove to see you from the lone mountain peak
What adrift in you,be daring and speak-
Like a flageolet that overtune the breeze
And a sweetest gilded jelly of buzzing bees
I knocked on the door; your heart of chamber door
Ever;evermore you were my dories oar
Coveted I and loved you with a love;ever
Tell me once,you felt my very heart but not never-
Consent me to linger in your magentaish garth
And we'll ever,be ever part our tepid hearth
Shall I compare you with the plenilune of evetide?
What lingers in you, be daring and confide
Shall I compare you with Helen before I adiue?
Be daring and speak what swathe in you
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Raj Kumar Poem
Many,many a years ago;
Along the oceans billow
In an admixed susurrance blow
And unraveling the twilight shadow
A lone valiant bard lies-
Been there till the sand dries
And listened by the ocean's cries-
And slept by the shore of ocean's eyes
Many,many a years before;
By the time of tulips hoar
I heard a lutenist lore
To whom he played for
A lady called Anabel-
To whom his heart fell
To a lady named Anabel-
Yet far he couldn't tell
Many,many a bygone days;
On a day of summers haze
And the glistening twilight blaze
A maiden danced upon a rolling hays
Lulls and she lulls with a gilded lyre
O' her eyes of brilliant sapphire
Lo thither a flame or a fire
To be fair and be fairer; her attire
Many,many a time agone;
He sang a dirge all alone
To her,those mournful tone
Wilt the corsage once she own
And he sang a dirge at bleary noon
Smelt the freesia,whitish as moon
Quoth he,'await me I'll come soon
await me I'll come soon'
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Raj Kumar Poem
In the coy and sudden waning hour
I saw your portrait blooming more than a flower
Soft encircling petals of daffodils
And your essence thrives along the wavy hills
Dazzled lycaenids are mistook by your grace
And swirled your smile across the cerulean space
By the litherly withering cumulus clouds
Your blush is merely been shrouds
You are rather not born with a fairest cutis
Rather the fair born from your breezeful beauties
The endless lushing meadow that it surrounds
And so your dazzling colors it bounds
Your eyes nearly winked in an hour of even and odd
Where your lips nearly whispered awakening the fairy god
The soughing gust of wind slices your silken hair
As though the daffodils swaying upto the air
The distant people waits you to rise about the shore
To melt away the shivering and the frore
You broke the dawn in earliest spring
As though the guitar struming it's string
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