Well this is one poem which i wrote initially when i was in my intermediate class of studies.i bettered it during my first year of engineering.This poem was initially written in present tense ,but since it is a thing of the past now,so on february 22,2009 at 11:55p.m IST, i changed it to the past tense.
Later on, i tried my level best to write another one like this but could never do so n thats because there are certain emotions that come only once in life. This is the mindset of Shetanshu or rather Lucky of the past. It was the time when i used to live my life to its fullest.
BELOVED
whose glimpse kept my face smiling.
whose absence held my affections waiting.
whose hair were like the dark night.
whose face was like the moon bright.
whose lips resembled the roses red.
whose sweet voice could wake the dead.
whose deeds portrayed my feelings fine.
whose eyes were my rhenish wine.
whose grace could make a fairy shy.
whose melancholy left my face dry.
whose full disposition was truly perfect.
whose love was my life’s best aspect.
whose character was like the Portland rock.
whose chagrin gave me a mental block.
whose smile made the buds bloom.
whose humor erased all life’s gloom.
whose happiness was my only desire.
whose sight rekindled my heart’s fire.
whose humility could put angels to shame.
whose good vibes won her instant fame.
whose self respect was worth emulation.
whose honesty gave god satisfaction.
whose love transformed a lunatic to poet.
whose advice could make sinners to regret.
whose definition was beauty personified.
In whose perception my eyes belied.
whose worship did my each cell.
whose parting made my life hell.
whose heart was made of pure gold.
whose wit could melt people bold.
whose description could not my poem give.
but she was for whom i used to live.
