Rubious Pearls
Rubious Pearls
I saw in her a beautiful mind
'Twas like a pomegranate fruit
That swinging in the hand of a wind,
Over my parched heart's drought.
As I was a lornsome man in this world
I moved heaven and earth but nothing I could:
To become her lovable gardener;
Though this lonesome wanderer-
Always roamed around her vale,
With his face that was always pale.
Lo! can I pluck the rubious pearls,
Of her heart with my dried lips?
'Twas like a pomegranate fruit
That swinging in the hand of a wind,
Over my parched heart's drought.
As I was a lornsome man in this world
I moved heaven and earth but nothing I could:
To become her lovable gardener;
Though this lonesome wanderer-
Always roamed around her vale,
With his face that was always pale.
Lo! can I pluck the rubious pearls,
Of her heart with my dried lips?
VIPINS PUTHOORAN
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