Keats was wrong

Keats was wrong

A thing of beauty is not joy forever
Nor its loveliness increases,
but it brings only despair and
blesses some feelings unfair,
and stings so badly,
like a frost that freezes a soul,
or like a distant rainbow
when touche
melts in mist.

It’s a time tyranny
to bring a man down
from the state of god.
Isn’t ‘LOVE’ a baby of an idle brain,
touched by Aphrodite’s strain,
and incites feelings of lust,
and begets nothing but
some fantasies vain.

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