SONNET OF REMORSEFUL
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.
Copyright © MOHAN RANGAM | Year Posted 2025
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