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
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Author:
Priya Tomar (
Online) - Published: August 25th, 2025 22:54
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Comments1
Priya, this is lovely…the way you thread subjects and languages into a tapestry of verses feels both playful and reverent. A joy to read. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks Robert..
Your lovely comment much appreciated
You are most welcome!
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