Hope
A Aniruddha Pathak
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The aged night's bare to her bone,
Sooner shall sun rise in full fervour,
And dewdrops would be gone from lawn,
The day would too, frown nor yet favour,
Its diurnal duty duly done,
When would your love shall show as ere?
The dusk as well, her grey hues shorn,
In her vain little endeavour
To outshine the dawn as never…
New night when shows with charm her own,
And your love a thousand-fold grown,
Hope, you'd love me from deepest core.
Eternal does hope in my bosom run,
Let time do its worse as chased hot by sun.
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Sonnets | 02.12.04 |
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