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To John Keats
The autumn, brings ripe fruits in
Thy garden -very 'She'comes to me
As a rural lass, wandering in the green
Fields of corn;
The song of nightingale devoured thy
Ears ,but not for long -
Here is my cuckoo sings all-day long
At the advent of spring;
Your appreciation for 'Grecian Urn '
Peerless beauty, though I have my
Ancient sculpture;
And the story of Madeline was more
Pensive than Shakuntala!
Still you vanquish me with thy immortal
Quote "Beauty is truth, truth beauty "
Ye, the worshipper of beauty
I do bow down before thee.
(written by- Prasenjit Chanda)
15/12/2018
from my book #Musing
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