WHERE BARDS LOSE REASON
What maketh bards delineate the fairer sex,
Whilst the withering, ephemeral bouquet?
Doth portray sanity—inner traits,
Else the bewitching statute?
Oh, winged boy! Whither begone art thou,
Devoured of bards’ sanity—poetic reasoning.
Methinks insane compare, loitering
Phoebe
Of waxing, waning—alas, crescent!
Captivating eyes, enticing countenance of traits,
Mesmerizing words oft maketh spell on bards.
Hardly be a lamp lit with water;
Akin to it, portraying is the illusionary love.
Perhaps thought may, sans language—
Bards lack not, depicting the fairer sex.
Copyright © MOHAN RANGAM | Year Posted 2026
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