OF CHASTE BEAUTY

strollin on the lanes of thought ....
as time blesses me with wisdom unsought;
Reason denies at what i stare..Behold ! those eyes are passionate flares!
Angelic beauty casts eternal spell;
yet mortals yearn for a story to tell...
Wherein u hear of kingdoms that fell for the quest to know was ...where she dwells?
Nature sings HER song.....enchanted as others i relish it's throng.
Slept i in her fancy for long...word is pure as this aint a fairy song.
------shwetank

OF JOB

Oft i yearn for the task to cometh;
wherein i usurp an IT king
.alone,chaste,abriged my soul,
yell for no more of suffering.
Deceiving strokes on the keyboard,f
oretell the future,ha! black as coal.l
ured by the gold and riches ,astray i am from my childhood goal.
violet,blue,red or green ,none of them flicker on my screen,
all is blue with a gloomy hue.
PM rules like my college dean.
tuned for eternity,i dress up as a prince.
In a trance i reach the 'official' throne
.slave dynasty was HERE ever since;j
ust do it,is the command,howsoever i may groan.
--------shwetank

OF BEAUTY

weather doth adorn her grace
.rain doth pour her zillion charity...
Oft, she lingers with her solemn face.
.Heavenly sermons lack that gravity!
Aye, all ye poets so supreme!
thy words speaketh but substance,
HER whisper..an orbed face's gleam
.is a canvass for art enhanced!
HER fancy is a dream of youth...
Saint becomes of a man uncouth.
---------shwetank.