Ye an unblessed being,
born in despair, and
afore blooming fully
was eclipsed by death cruelly.
Though had a little past in poesy Art,
yet great and grand and ceased to be lost.
Ah! grief came to you as a luxury
indeed beauty dwells with melancholy.
Oh you’re wrong when you stated:
‘My name was write in water ‘
Behold! like a Polar Star at night
that make dark sensations illuminating.
A dime god of a sensuous claimed;
but bereaved, bereft and lost;
words those you sweetly glossed
are symbol of high romance,
that brings every soul in trance.
An ardent lover and a true Romantic
and you are termed
a Sappho of modern times.
How enchanting and enthralling are your rhymes.