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To Beloved
by
Dr. Nilanshu Kumar Agarwal
Shall I compare thy face to pure milk?
Thou art more charming and white.
Often is it blended with waste.
But thy cheeks without any sign of dust.
Mine desire is to find your inner being
Too fair like naked sky.
Thy external charms remind cloudless heaven.
This love sick man in earnest need
Of the strength of your internal beauty.
Thy youth making me insomnia patient.
I pass sleepless nights in thy meditation.
Give me tranquilizer of your soft skin.
This mosquito better than the poet
Touching your red cheeks,
Ravishing thy hands
Ravishes it my heart
Showing me hapless
Before social inhibitions.
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