At Every Turn
Listed among the twisted trees
the banyan stands in deformity
and yet in all there is to see
no more perfect an entity
No maple ever made such a temple
No palm tree's shape can compare
No evergreen was quite as full
and no willow quite as fair
This is the lattice of your graceful soul
which has entrapped my own
And here a prisoner held and whole
does not admire your heart alone
For day and night on a dais unparalleled
your life imparts its beauty at every turn
and all who know you fall under your spell
and never the same shall they return
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poeTRY (Volume 2)
PoetryFirst time Poems by our newest Pubbers. Our second Edition.