Thy eyes sparkle as the wavelets

 On a sunny morn; 

Eyebrows that send romantic shafts 

That drill a Romeo’s heart. 

Lids obscure thy twinkling eyes 

Yet outshining the sol; 

Lashes tottery as the palms that 

Tower in the wind so tall. 

O! brunette, thy dark crowning glory 

Matches the bubbling brook; 

O1 belle, I spent many a restless night 

Decrying thy roseate lips., 

Thy cheeks auroral as the petals 

Of a soft ‘n’ blooming lotus; 

Thy pearly neck around which twine 

The tendrils of thy locks. 

Thy immaculate attire and graceful pace 

Are all beyond my words; 

O! dame, thou art a fay on earth 

That eyes have ne’er decried. 

Whenever thou glided past my side 

And flashed at me a smile; 

I was elated – O! my love 

At seeing your smile lit face. 

Great savants today admire 

Lisa’s quizzical smile: 

To me , Love, thine was paramount 

To Vinci’s masterpiece. 

A lily, I was craving for 

A glimmer of the moon; 

A flower I was yearning for 

The droplets of the dew 

With sweet fragrance thou filled up 

The chambers of my heart; 

And warm blood throbbed along my veins 

Imbued with intrinsic Love. 

The fleecy clouds atop the hills 

And flowing rivers wide 

Bear witness to our sportive joys 

When I was by thy side. 

And days rolled by 

In a mercurial pace 

And the true lover’s knot 

Became tighter by day. 

The sun never set without 

Your seeking me 

And the moon gifted me 

With sweet dreams of thee. 

A flood of solace thou proved to be 

When I was plunged in grief; 

In depressed spirits when I be 

Thou proved a ray of hope. 

Along my Stygian corridors 

A beam of light thou shined; 

In the frozen abysses of my listless mind 

A thawing heat thou changed. 

…………… 

But Fate, Ah! Lays its icy hands 

On all the beings alike. 

With a scythe so sharp it cuts some flowers 

Unbiased at their plight. 

Alas! My love, thou crossed its path 

In full bloom of youth; 

But the eyeless brute with his frosty hands 

Quenched thy vital flame. 

In time so short thy silken form 

Became a mass of ash; 

A withered lily to the ground thou fell 

And blended with the earth. 

Forsaking me in this senseless world 

Thou mutely crossed the Styx; 

Plunging me into a chasm of despair 

Thou took thy eternal rest. 

The ceaseless stream of tear drops 

Rendered my eyes arid; 

Time healed the wound that tore my heart 

But indelible is the scar. 

The portrait of thy charming self 

There hangs before my eyes. 

A myriad thanks to the artist that – 

Designed thy angelic face. 

O! Nymph, thou art no more to soothe 

My little aching heart; 

For thee I have a cozy nook 

Within my passionate heart. 

Though dead and gone, O! my sweetheart 

Thy name shall live forever 

Thou hast returned form whence thee came 

Back into the bosom of Nature. 

The gurgling brook shall mirror thy joy 

And the moon thy pretty face. 

Lofty cliffs shall echo thy fame 

Over the world so wide. 

The setting sun shall forever reflect 

Thy tender blushing cheeks; 

Thus Nature shall by its beauteous forms 

Keep thy memory alive. 

And in the shrine of my eternal celibate mind 

A deity thou shalt be. 

                                                                        Dr. K. V. Sahasranam