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Mohan Rangam Poem
Oh! illusion of all illusions
Art thou incarnated as Cupid?
Depicted ye with wings
And hath armed with love-shaft
Entwines ye many hearts of innocence
And warms thyself in their perdu passion
Thou drowns many hearts of sanctity love
Into your fathomless Lethe
And creates many insane encomiast
To eulogize thy illusion deeds
As Apollo transformed Clytie to sunflower
Thou endears innocent hearts bend towards you
Cadeceus, I pray unto thee, resurrect true-hearts
Whom the nebulous, fiend Cupid has entombed.
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Mohan Rangam Poem
Obscured Cupid as a brimming stream
To drench when thou hath bathe
Transformed he as a adherence
And hath entwined ye abdomen
Disguised as maid in thy harem
To admire your ravishing beauty
Art thou giveth aroma to flowers?
For sure! when thou blush, feel I.
Chisels he, insanely thy name
On his love-shaft
Beneath the Sea, scribes he bewitching songs
That testaments his lunatic love on you
Why thou maketh virile men fanatic?
Cupid! Ensconse her from this tranquil earth.
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Hear me, blonde tressed bonnie-lassie!
Kill me not by thine raunchy eyes.
Never could ye imprison me
By thy voluptuous coax
Thou can't get blood out of a stone
Akin to it, tranquility from my heart
I'll never get drowned to your fathomless sea of love
As I fell in love with nature
Rose, indeed, art thou be depicted by bards
Lacks they, to ponder spine thee beneath it
Trust I on a hissing snake
Than an enticing Circe
Virile juvenile may thou admire
Realize they not in thy love quagmire.
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Mohan Rangam Poem
Oh waxing Phoebe!how merciless art thou?
To stalk when my Psyche lamenting.
Thou art stoleth radiance of her sanctity face
Ye haven't thy own
Never bud aroma roses, it's not virtue
When my loved mourns
It's from her rosette cheeks
Thou grasped away her colour
Aurora!I pray unto thee
Ensconce my loved for mercy sake
Fear I, the lustful Sun
May perhaps, copulate her through radiance
Pluck away my eyes, oh lightning!
For I dare not to witness, my dying Psyche.
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Thy radiance of face over me
Inspirits my virileness
May be sometimes motionless, the sea tides
My love on you never rests
When thought I, illusion, a damsel love
Discarded ye, my ignorance to vision
Smile in thy mellow lips
Miles my heart to starry skies
If thy words could console me
Like I, to be whipped by tyrannt, thy father
Turned I, a renowned encomiast
For ye kindled my fancies
An arrow could hardly engore my heart
But killed so, by thy raunchy eyes!
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Mohan Rangam Poem
Pensively promended I, as impetuous as a poet
To accumulate few jocund inkling on dusk
For sure, not as a bard
But,as a novice to nature
Stalked I, bare-footed anigh lake
Jabbed some spines beneath my foot
Yon reconnoitred I, do any luminuous light clandestined in water?
Else, any celestial gem floats in lake?
Nay! it's the waxing moon in the sky
That seemed to tread on water.
Paddled I into the lake
To grab some pallied lillies
Hardly perceived I any bloomed one!
Had the lillies been sailed under false colour by moon?
I knew not their intrigue
Nor had I, prescient criteria
Chillness of water benumbed me
Retrieved I, as cool as a cucumber to the bank
Is this terra God's palette?
Obviously! nature is the art of God.
Dark grey was lake's scenario
Stood reeds augustly amidst the lake.
Casuarina broke into tumult
When the west wind passed adriftting it
Glow worms scattered round the bushes
Heard I, croaking of frogs.
I felt languished by chillness
That pierced my chest and nostrils
Homeward bound,strolled I
For I had been there behind my father's back.
As being benumbed by drastic cold
I was at the end of my tether.
Soon felt I, in the arms of Morpheus
On the grass, supine anigh lake
By morning, I began to fly off at a tangents
When an highland lass harped on my shoulder
I began to know the ropes of that wintry night
For it cajoled me to sleep resembling lullaby
No human hardly be preponderate
Than a mother and nature.
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It was a blithe wintry vesper
Strolled I, zealously anigh hillock.
The hillside's scenario was glimmering green
Perceived I, covey returning to nests
Gazed I, the ranting rill
That divulged towards creek
Clandestined the Sun in the west
Enrouted I, amidst clump of tress
The birds were twiterring on the trees
Akin to expressing obeisance to an entrant
Else, were they in invocation?
Only the Almighty knew it
Bees were humming around my ears
Was it to enquire about my arrival?
Squirrels those saw me at close quarters
Ran hither and thither on trees
Stood I, beneath the fig tree
By having my head in the clouds
Squirrels threw figs over my head
As though, I was in appetite
Hares were trooping around me
As if, they besieged an unarmed knight
Soon turned murky, the clouds
Strolled I, back to my home
On the way, squirrels, bees and hares
Stood mutely gazing at me
To be cocksure, as motionless as a grave
I am not gifted as them
To lead an innocent life
Soon heard I, an enchanting echo from trees
Wondered I, is it a cuckoo?
Nay, it was a sky lark
That expressed gratitude for my congenial arrival
To me, that hillock's scenario
Gave my heart and soul truce
I wasn't myself amidst the prolific nature
Willy-nilly crept I home, with pair of hares
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