John Keats (A bright star)
Ye unblessed being
Born in despair
Afore blooming fully
Was eclipsed by death cruelly
Though had a little past in poesy Art
Yet Great and Grand, ceased to be lost
Ah! Grief came to you as luxury
Indeed beauty dwells with melancholy
You're wrong when you stated
'My name was write in water'
Behold! Like a Polar Star at night
Make sensations dark illuminated
A Dime-god of a sensuous claim
Bereaved, bereft and lost
Words those you sweetly glossed
Mistook by and harshly exclaim
Your sweetly tuned phrases
Are symbol of high Romance
That brings every soul in trance
And halt a thousand gazes
An ardent lover and a true Romantic
Like a Sappho you're marked as sensuous
But thy lyrics sweets are more precious
Enough to make tender hearts frantic
poem by Gulsher john
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