Like a petty star laying over the Neptune
The flower flowering upon you, my everybody’s moon
Dews on your cheeks is the milk of Heaven
I drunk deep the dews over-driven
Drugstore of your leafy wet lips’ each kiss cured my pain
And never let me and my torpid mind loiter in vain
Your love-making through my nerves elevated me in ecstasy
And serenely spelled my psyche rest in fantasy
You stole the muse I had once
And placed yourself over there since
The seeds that sowed on the lawn of my brain
Never be reaped without reasonable rain
Is there any poet has ever become great without your consent?
What a mighty lurky demon, in truth, do you represent?
Is it you the la belle dame sans merci, My Keats warned
And dragged himself into the misery state of mind after everything earned?
No complaint, We traveled tour over Xanadu in merry
But why fortook My dear Coleridge to Hades at last in hurry
I loved floating around the million stars by your company
But now, no longer, wish to live in devil’s harmony
Leave me for I readily sacrifice even my treasure of fame
As I do not want anymore to be tame


Your poem in its splendour!!! The poppy and the poppy as your lady love is excellent.
I get a duality out of this. Lovely allusions. Enjoyed…
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Thank you krishna☺️
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I like the imagery in this poem 🙂 Nice one!
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Thank you☺️
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