On you I muse through the night….
The passing scenes of time and tide
Of which past ‘am presently turning
Abstracted solely in future less aside
As I progress so soberly from within
On sacred seduction I strum this thirst
As on you I’d muse through the night
That at the crack of new dawn like mist
I’d transit unto you in gradient of light
You did seduce me Oh dear aesthetics!
Like bird ensnared at its very first flight
With scores of scrolls and ink in kinetics
So ‘am consigned to you till the twilight!
You’ve so seduced me Seductive Muse
And here bemused even in the daytime
I’ve become a poet of unparalleled poise!
In this relished love of rhythmic entwine