The moon shines bright in such a night as this;
When sweet winds gently kiss the trees.
Wandered under the moonlight of night,
He looked up occasionally, at straight height.
The silence so deep, that his breath heard clear
He was strong enough, thou heart-fear,
For his beloved, he gonna be...
Before night of permanent separation.
What robust youth! enforced him
to rebel against, without preparation.
The route narrow enough, thou long,
With heavy-heart, unclear mind, he proceeded along.
Reaching a huge, glorious edifice with creative arch.
Cold and dry weather, had his lips parch.
"At midnight stroke, when there's whistled behind the pine;
She'd come to know", assured he,"its her Valentine!"
A window door opened precisely,
There on the high, peering down, a beautiful face.
Their eyes struck to one another-
As sparkles of love blows on windy-lace.
"Oh! love's power so feeble
Doth, can't stay stable?"
"Sweet lady! They who one another, see,
Keep alive, ne'er parted be!"...
---- "Nevertheless, I can bear it
Meaningless my life, so death not fear it
Live for thee, I die without thee
To remain only yours be!..."----
She huddled her knife, saying this
Into her stomach, but sharp edge was it
What a pain, what a sorrow
For the lover can't borrow
For he was a prisoner, captivated in a distant tower
The cruel guards, then, came to arrest the eloper
He was stiff as rocky crag
Indescribable, unsound pain-cum-feeling his heart sang
A sudden shock of his beloved death
He has no belief, nor God-in-faith
In the dreadful darkness of long tower
He sat counting rest of his breathe, thou high fever
Sad tears shed in the solitude of the night
For only a love, that hopeless memory of fight!
Again wandered he, but in his empty heart
Which cried for his lost love, whom he once loved-...-
Lost love so the title stand
Lost in the earth but never end!!
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The Lost Love
ŞiirThe Lost Love is a story-poem written way back in 90's. It is inspired by Shakespeare style of writing...