Priya Tomar

Wind of Verses

Silky breezes of verses blow

Math\'s pain to Sanskrit\'s glow

 

In maths no chemistry

Poetic mind solved mystry

Parallel lines never kiss

Circle carries Buddha\'s bliss

 

Witty English treasure of wisdom

Changing colours by season

Bacon\'s call love to death

Belinda\'s beauty, Miranda\'s breath

 

Beautiful beloved of brain

Hindi\'s grains monsoon rain

Rahim\'s couplets, Tulsi\'s Ram

Meera\'s shy for her shyam

 

Sanskrit classical, yet fresh

Scented with jasmine\'s bless

Buds adorn Malvika\'s grace

lovely Dushyanta\'s mistress

 

Virgin verses, unborn wing

Eternal rhymes of spring