Tuesday, March 27, 2012

The brazen clashes, the maiden came.

An Ode to Love

The brazen clashes, the maiden came.

One in pain and go insane;
Tough! The call,
For that single gold,
The brazen clashes, the maiden came.

Love is the game and many a name,
Rough! The heart is disdain.
Failure – A Shame;
The brazen clashes, the maiden came.

Hold your breath one more time;
Damsel in distress;
Help her – get into your finest dress,
The brazen clashes, the maiden came.

Holy! Holy! Oh! Holy soul,
Almighty! Help I am old;
Perturbed by this saintly frame;
The brazen clashes, the maiden came.


How would this blossom grow,
Through rough and snow;
What if the wind brings rain?
The brazen clashes, the maiden came.

Love rush – life brush,
Paint my life;
Empower, engulf and show me the light;
I am out in the cold for this fight.

The brazen clashes, the maiden came.
Shamsud A
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