Poetry

Never did you look back
Princess of the painful spring
With tearful exuberance, for long-
Waited for the moon, sequencing.
O’  Lord! 
When they gratify the worth; 
Of those brittle truths in masquerade-
For the virtue elsewhere, far ahead-
To eternity, with my feverish sigh.
They have descended, from the darkness, 
For mirage is not true, itself-
While she reclined, to the mass, 
Away from the light of the sun.
Never did you say, Values of pain
True for the world into ploys of cost; 
Least humanity could be the voice-
For they can never see the heart! 
Not blessed with those Vision-
Whose smile reverberates in galaxies! 
Of my little world, whose beauty is truth! 
Ecstasy! Moves with my pilgrim soul-
For that is never altered-
Never be traced! 
The Reunion of a Crescent Departure.