The Two Elegiac Souls
(c) Shilpa Sandesh
What would it be like,
To be a poet's muse,
Poetry ponders,
An inspiration and an impulse,
And with words to be fused;
Spellbound is the verse,
By the magic's charm,
Or is the spell ensnared,
By the Poesy's raptures?
To portray this beguiling bond,
There are no words to expound,
Companionship is too unjust,
Inadequate to call it Love,
What could then it be,
Only the two can tell;
The poetry is touched,
By the magic's wizardry,
A touch so celestial,
Through the winds and moon and stars;
Words take a leap,
Poetry becomes a song,
The song becomes a story,
To be lived forever,
by the two elegiac souls.
What would it be like,
To be a poet's muse,
Poetry ponders,
An inspiration and an impulse,
And with words to be fused;
Spellbound is the verse,
By the magic's charm,
Or is the spell ensnared,
By the Poesy's raptures?
To portray this beguiling bond,
There are no words to expound,
Companionship is too unjust,
Inadequate to call it Love,
What could then it be,
Only the two can tell;
The poetry is touched,
By the magic's wizardry,
A touch so celestial,
Through the winds and moon and stars;
Words take a leap,
Poetry becomes a song,
The song becomes a story,
To be lived forever,
by the two elegiac souls.
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