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Nine To My Beatrice - II
by N. S. Murty
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Thank you! Thank you

For rekindling the last spec of fire

Hanging on to the tip of this ossified frame.

It acted like a shot of Decadron

To a heart losing its canorous rhythmic beat

Before relapsing into silence.

I was smoldering for ages

Burning my spirit within me

Without a friendly aerial assistance.

I almost resigned myself to a dreary death---

Caught between the cogs of

Endless opposing earthly interests.

But your breath of fresh air

Made me find my bearings.

That spray of your looks

(God! What an inadequate expression it is!)

Is like a soothing breeze to a sun-tanned face.

Or, should I say,

Is a summer evening shower

After a daylong singeing.

But pray! Be my friend.

Continue these favors.

In your collaboration, I rejuvenate

And renovate long-abandoned

Half-done desires to their fruitful end.

Just promise that you shall be by me.

I presently beat my fears to pulp

And recompense your infusing enthusiasm

With successes galore

And dedicate them to you

 

Before I meet my D-day.

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