Pen down the known and do not
What you know not.
If you know of women
Striking out amongst men
Who have cast spell
Only to toll your death-knell
Spell out their names.
To utter damnation flung would be their aims.
If you know of a dame
By whose virtue you have none aflame
But on the contrary
Lulled asleep are those weary
Do reveal who they are.
With angels would they be on par.
To virtue and vice in equation subject
He has been through moods tender and abject.
May I recount the tale of a woman horrid
Who dusk befallen bespoke torrid
With demoniac forms visitations made
In a span of hours few bade youth fade.
Fingers knarled and twisted hurled
Youth thrice away in its stead.
May I recall, too, she who blushed
When my footstep towards her advanced
In nocturnal ecstasy were we clasped
Until the diurnal hour followed one elapsed.
She is the one who exudes feminine grace
Lilting and soft, eager for my embrace.
O woman! Who was it that had you
Girdled in forms benevolent; undue.
To whom should we owe our sustenance
For acquainting us to the countenance
That frets and curses, kisses and drowns
Our sorrows, relieving them of all frowns.
Author Bio:
Subir Kumar Sen was interested in poetry from his childhood. He was inspired to write what went on within him, his mind and heart. He wanted to portray what all he went through, what all he had seen and could imagine. He had read poems written by the great masters, and was inspired to portray in his own small way. His friends knew about his passion for poetry and would at times encourage him to write and depict his thought. He holds a degree in English and has also studied Italian at the Italian Embassy and is a professional translator.
He tries to be very honest with his poems and writes what he sincerely feels. There were times when some people would dissuade him from writing poetry but he would not turn back. He was very clear with his aim to pursue his first love. So much so he had sour relations with few over this difference of opinion. However, he did not let himself be cowed down and went on to do what he always wanted to do.
What you know not.
If you know of women
Striking out amongst men
Who have cast spell
Only to toll your death-knell
Spell out their names.
To utter damnation flung would be their aims.
If you know of a dame
By whose virtue you have none aflame
But on the contrary
Lulled asleep are those weary
Do reveal who they are.
With angels would they be on par.
To virtue and vice in equation subject
He has been through moods tender and abject.
May I recount the tale of a woman horrid
Who dusk befallen bespoke torrid
With demoniac forms visitations made
In a span of hours few bade youth fade.
Fingers knarled and twisted hurled
Youth thrice away in its stead.
May I recall, too, she who blushed
When my footstep towards her advanced
In nocturnal ecstasy were we clasped
Until the diurnal hour followed one elapsed.
She is the one who exudes feminine grace
Lilting and soft, eager for my embrace.
O woman! Who was it that had you
Girdled in forms benevolent; undue.
To whom should we owe our sustenance
For acquainting us to the countenance
That frets and curses, kisses and drowns
Our sorrows, relieving them of all frowns.
Author Bio:
Subir Kumar Sen was interested in poetry from his childhood. He was inspired to write what went on within him, his mind and heart. He wanted to portray what all he went through, what all he had seen and could imagine. He had read poems written by the great masters, and was inspired to portray in his own small way. His friends knew about his passion for poetry and would at times encourage him to write and depict his thought. He holds a degree in English and has also studied Italian at the Italian Embassy and is a professional translator.
He tries to be very honest with his poems and writes what he sincerely feels. There were times when some people would dissuade him from writing poetry but he would not turn back. He was very clear with his aim to pursue his first love. So much so he had sour relations with few over this difference of opinion. However, he did not let himself be cowed down and went on to do what he always wanted to do.
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