Want Not The Glasses Poem by Radhamani Sarma
Want Not The Glasses
What violets or myrtles,
with scented rose and colours
Purple and make us purblind!
Oh! Bast, Goddess of Protection,
Daughter of sun God, Your attention.
Never know the Heart
Where Roses linger not.
What tackled vine
and brewed beer
can give, when purse
is null, Bun is Biscuit.
Rue not to transport to
A world of Sacred peace
and Serenity Divine.
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