Tear Stained Smile(Ode To Arthur Rimbaud) Poem by Paras Saxena

He suffered an undeserving atonement
Misfortune being his God, he mustered resentment
His devilish charms tricked wickedness
And intrepid seductions gruntled boldness
Yet his face possessed tear stained cheeks
And a mournful smile creeps on his red lips
But from this farce life he stole delicious sips

Like never fading smell in a garth of roses
Beyond eternity rippled his visionary proses
For in sensing his senses that vagrant soul
Shed countless tears, more than God could catch
Thus a river, a brook was born
Where dabbling, with absinthe in hands and heart as lorn
He spent numb nights and dire dawns