The SparkA Poem by amarlakshits a poem written in victorian english
Untreasur’d, of thy glory O’ state my!
Burghers stand thy wrath Ragged shine, now thy Erring we, lack troth. Barred of verity, our quintessence World-lings see thy taxing Sauce us, of thy essence Cast the flouted relaxing. Whilst thee in dust’s beak, Fond coz stay bloody Of parts come a-peak Rise bonny I prithee! An if thee pity, Shall then change Hatred of civility Motley by witty. So to us ‘scape, Turn to mend our shades fake. Entame us or castaway. Spark hither, spark thither, O’ spark stay! ----- Amar laksh © 2012 amarlakshReviews
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22 Reviews Added on November 7, 2012 Last Updated on November 7, 2012 Tags: poet, poetry, old english AuthoramarlakshAgra, Atheist, IndiaAboutWell i am just a seventeen year old creative kid who likes to read and write more..Writing
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