Poetry · Reading time: 1 minute

O consort!

Not possible life without you,
Not possible amusement of heart..
O consort! Loving consort!

A poet, I am,
My sonnet is thought of thee..
I’ll prefer death
To a life in thy absence.
Even death is to come hardly
Harder is life to be lived.
Since Thou have become
My best half part..
O consort! Dear consort!

How far is, solace- producer
a dream of thee..
As slumber is lost
And lasting no sense.
A moment seems
Mountain of ages,
Against me nature
has intrigued.
Slower and burdensome
Going My life’s cart.
O consort! Dear consort!

Nectar

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