Treasure Island

Ravindra Kumar

(02 July 1951 / India)

Triumph of Love


Moment that queen hears,
Dry of Roman lips;
Enraged to lament quick
Call down evil on names.

Lost creak long living she,
Distempered outright at once!
Yet seize shelter imperative
What grade had propense.

Winsome as river Cydnus,
Her body made adorn;
Just liberate dear soul
Asps play bite then grown.

Both frames scot free,
Enjoys security deity be;
Won laurels under nose.
Drew sovereign wondrous efficiency.

Brave Octavious could not check,
Pride load the hero puff,
Nor pressure flirt beauty diffuse,
It was maintain triumph of love.

Submitted: Saturday, June 01, 2013
Edited: Saturday, June 01, 2013
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Tragic end of Antony and Cleopatra's love.

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