Fuller the foison faster does it fall, <br />All great empires aught in due time whither; <br />Some at zenith may look towering tall, <br />Wear heady plumes, tufted fancy feather, <br />Yet, grander they come greater be their gall, <br />Richer their rot, the rancour getting spread <br />Right to the citadel’s last standing wall, <br />To all façades of fame— at fault from red! <br /> <br />And yet, all youth aught when one day to age, <br />Yours, O my love, seems to me no skin-deep— <br />May that be in poet’s languid image, <br />And scores, each passing year a quantum leap! <br /> An if in mine fond eyes the fault should lie <br /> Imprisoned, would my heart reveal the lie? <br />_______________________________________________ <br /> - Sonnets | 20.11.08 |<br /><br />Aniruddha Pathak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-beauty-be-forever/
