A PLEA

Bedecked with fragrant chasms of her beauty,
Swing like playful child on palanquin,
Ignorant she of her worldly chores and other norms,
Dwelling she in her fanciful abode held in her eyes,

As she loving her bard utmost and above all,
Once I heard her beats of living heart,
Whispered they in utter joy and gay,
Reigning he over her every living breath,

O’ Alas! Lacketh he the sense to feel that feeling,
And the tears rolling down from her cheeks,
Prithee! She in every prayer,
Let him know her heart and love,

As taketh she the prayer only way to reach him,
Imploring Him I too in her favour,
Let God paveth way to have her love!