Inspirited by her wondrous heart;
We walked one puny path, severed.
Like centuries, albeit naught
Than grievous gash left in the chest,
Twinges afresh, salt’s garnished!
She’s a saber, keenly to cut deep-in
And those eyes; held her like rage of sun
Did they not burnt like sulphur-hell?
But heaven sought I in her evilness:
Evilness smile; evilness beauty!
Only then revels in tis pleasure of hate
Her hunters’ spear, arrow and bow–
Shots to dead, no semblance of cupid’s
She do not bear a crimson heart;
Murk environed, and horrid eyes!
In tis dead passions,
We collided in a coalescent route…
Its centuries, since the sky’s not a haven
My lamps cannot dwell!
No sublime shines adorned.
…We collided in gaze of memories