JEWELLED CURTAIN: A POEM
Thou of passion
Of charm and grace
What could not thou fashion?
That enchanting joy doth lace?
Free of spirit
Sweet embracing, clad daintily
Thou, careless of merit
You beckon us to you, very sweetly
Thy garment is moist and soft
Enclasping with bejewelled kisses
Upon the rich brown earth, they are dropt
Cleansing rain, beguiling us
As melody played with wind, of pipes
Heaven blows love through you
Elevating our temper with fruits, so ripe
The curtain which He blesses through
The promise of a new tomorrow
Better than now, of bearable sorrow
Is all we look towards
Soaring in the horizon, hopeful birds
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