Life is a poem--
Written in an aesthetic ballad
It tests your toes--
On the highland of--
Iambic Verses
Don't know the ballet?
Just creep on the rhythm of--
Its feet,
For it never alliterates
Nah! You can't dodge its loop
To break its cryptic spell--
You've to sing the Meter--
Up to six--
Where every secret gets a rest

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The Epithalamium

I fancy-- my soul--
Holding the bouquet of daffodils--
Dance on the ill-fated ship--
On the Epithalamium-- we wrote--
In hope--
I would drink--
The nectar on your lips--
With your hands in mine

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