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VERSES COMPOSED ON A HALF-MOON NIGHT
O the relentless images of eerie nights
How they merge with my own gloom inside!
The silhouette pervading over my loneliness
Is appalling and taxing, diminishing the lights.
There once was a presence, a comforting one
Which, with its encouragement, supported one
Now that presence has been taken away
And all that is left is a longing wholesome.
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Most folks of this time are materialistic
They measure even love with the yardstick of wealth
While those like me want but love's warmth
Know only to give away everything in plenty.
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There lives a woman who consults the stars
And often talks of Mercury, Jupiter and Mars
She once said she was there with her healing touch
But in her heart do grudge and bitterness lurk.
She likes to meddle in music and songs
And in a lonely life, she came along
Saying she, like Christ, sought to cure those
Who had been shattered and were in grip of woes.
But her own mind-set is unsure about things
And she to the lonely can just despair bring
She also promises but her nature is such
She cannot deliver with her deeds very much.
She broods on how to inflict torture and harm
On someone she herself called as her dearest
Silently she creeps, stealthily she acts
And with uncanny skill she becomes fiercest.
Her words are honey-laced, her enticement keen
Like Delilah*, very sharp, very hideously clean
It is when she struck suddenly like a snake
That a fool got stung by her venomous spleen.
So after seeing a woman like her that I knew
The world is getting worse for me and the few
Who like me, are in the search for those
Who, as friends and as lovers, are true.
Who harbour no grudge against hearts or minds
Who deceive none with love or fool being kind
Who have a clear heart and a virtuous sense
But wait silly man, where can one such a soul find?
