Isarah

By Ansh Thakur

The melting delicacy of that face

Thy Vestal beauty, true and chaste

Haste, brimming away from mine heart

Thou art beaming, and I dreaming dark.

With dripping honey mine ears wert blessed

Dost thou fathom they are weeping now

How much they miss thy voice in my unrest

And that seldom splotch of kiss on thy parted brow.

Had thee but known the fluttering of mine heart

With that glacè scent of thine

Time to time I longed to breathe

Though my nostrils are flared with tar and lime

ensuing thy departure.

Never not touched thee more

In my diffidence, yet the time I did

Seasons lost their sense like never before

Evermore, I’d never recur the lived.

All my sight, sense, and smell, all that I see

Hath somehow lost its zest and glee

Sea of thy bounty I have lost

Which I never had but I loved, I loved by my troth

For all I pray is to ‘save thee’

For this unloved world, if not me.

By Ansh Thakur