Why, o
lassie, this eye-liner on thy brow,
Decorates
these eyes to an eloquent glow,
Who coloured
these precious lashes? ‘Twas I,
Now amidst
amorous flashes, my senses ply!
Many a lake
parched by the tropical May noon,
My sun-burnt
skin pines for the course of moon,
Yet why my
maiden, do thou shiver at my approach?
In thy heart’s
parlor, did I secretly encroach?
Like the
waist-band singing praises of thy frame,
The lamp-glass
ornament to the resplendent flame,
These
unchecked words, in truth my fair dame,
Are likewise
grammar’s ode to thy worthy name.
Let Cupid
lay down his bow and sleep,
Let the Artic snow douse the flame’s last leap,
Let wrinkles
and grey manes wither our youth,
May these
verses be balms to comfort and sooth!
Why, o
lassie, this eye-liner on thy brow,
Decorates
these eyes to an eloquent glow,
Who coloured
these precious lashes? ‘Twas I,
Now amidst
amorous flashes, my senses ply!
The poet was triggered to write this poem when he heard the Kannada song "Enidhu Gowramma" on radio during his drive home.
This song and the Tamizh version - "Ennadi Muniyamma..." are indeed fun songs to listen to!!
