I. <br />Oh, beauideal! unveil thine plaid, <br />Where my heart and love I laid. <br />Thine parts shone, lo! ''bejewelled belle'', <br />And thine tingling of ornated feet had my heart's bell. <br />II. <br />Thy lips like cymbal rang loves' thyme, <br />Like a rhapsody had its perfect rhyme. <br />''Thou wast a queen with a pearl bespangled parsol''. <br />Thirsted were the drops of my drizzle of soul. <br />III. <br />Wandered were they the most- <br />To glide throu' thy plums in a lust. <br />Hastn't yet thou heard the music of my rain-dance? <br />When I wait 'ere with my heart for thy glance.<br /><br />VIPINS PUTHOORAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beauideal/
