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Oh my dearly beloved, why you turned away and ran,
why conceal tears while I stood to wipe them away?
Why fall over while I was to clench you in my embrace?
Why live in lies while I shall show you the truth?
Oh dearly beloved I confess with not a shred,
not an ounce of hesitance lingering in this aching soul.
I believe in what I say and so I shall pronounce it again.
I wish to be together alongside you but force you I cannot.
Just elucidate why your vista glimmers not upon me
and I shall turn away and never face the meadows,
never enter the temples, never ride through the wide plains.
I shall then beseech the sea which empathizes with me;
in it I shall accrue all my tears so that if you were to approach it
you might hear the slightest sobs rising with the waves.
People laugh at me, for having loved one as you.
You too are ashamed but why oh why?
Do you not trust your own vessels beauty in which
I shall pour all my soul so that with the vessel it may never part?
Do you not believe me? You did,
when we were buds on different bushes,
that we were, but now we can form the fruit together.
If only were you to accept this chalice I offer.
People mock me; taunt while some turn away
dismayed at the ill fate they consider I chose for myself.
But what better fate to hope for than which you yourself crafted?
Thus I heed not their jeers and mockery.
I walk a road with no end unless it is you at the end.
And I shall keep walking this road till I meet that end.
My head is bowed, but not out of shame, but to observe the steps
in the damp earth that may guide me to your lonesome dwelling.
I shall stand for you, till you accept me or till death do the favor.
But even then I shall die happy for it is in your shadow and none else's.
Do you see not what I see, in the mirror that nature provides?
Does the lake not reflect your beauty when you fill the pail?
What is it that you veil from others?
Is it the blemishes that have housed on your facade?
Are they a source of discomfiture for you?
Is it those blemishes you hide?
By the will of God they remind me of the texture,
and color that encases the lychee fruit.
A texture that pleases me for I know the fruit it contains.
And the sweetness of the fruit and its silken feel;
who could believe what it contained were they to judge from the peel?
Oh give heed not to those men who eat the apples
which look sweet while resides the worm in the apple's core.
Let them be content with the rotten apples.
What else is it that you veil from others?
Is it the disfigured hunch that makes you stoop as you amble?
Is it the kids throwing stones that make you saunter
only in the blanket of the dear night?
By the will of God it reminds me of mountains.
Protrusions of the earth held high in grace,
shadowing beneath their shadows the lush valleys,
with their fragrance unmatched and their bounties unbound.
Must the mountain feel inferior to the plain plains
that heave not high, neither accommodate such beauty?
They sit with a grey tinge to their isle of barren land.
And if there were some green plains as well,
they would still be inferior to your heavenly valleys.
Thus heed not the cries, and fear not the stone!
Stroll with grace that the stones are repelled upon their wielders,
so they too may realize their mistake of hurting you.
Is there else that you veil from others?
Is it the limping support of yours that supports you no more?
Is it the tilt in the sagging tree that makes you scurry
even upon the limp leg so that none may see you?
Is it that limp that you wish to hide?
By the will of God bows down the trees which are lush green
and bear upon them the ripest of fruits.
While the lofty crowns of others may rise higher
and more taut, yet they are bare of verdure or crop.
But your grace surpasses even them;
for you are the flamingo that stands on one leg
in its poise that is unmatched by any other being.
It too stands limp; which is the beauty God bestowed.
Same is your leg for it adds to your beauty.
But be there another just like the likes of you,
I may not glance twice that way for I know
that the heart kept inside; the crust that holds the valleys,
the trees and the fruits cannot be as pure as yours.
Then how can you ever splash in the reflection
lest it may form on the water surface once again.
Who is there in whom God has amassed all these
features and bounties? Is it a blessing or a curse?
It is a blessing oh dearly beloved!
Heed not the words of the damned! For it is their inability
to see what truly beauty is. The facets they admire
are just fake gems that attract those who wish for the best
yet are unable to see the real pearl for it is enclosed in its shell.
But if you wish to veil yourself from their ungrateful stares,
if you wish not to crack open the shell for it to be discovered
by rowdy men who hold little admiration for you,
then do not disclose yourself upon the world!
For God made you such that your beauty is veiled;
it is a lock meant to be opened only by one wielding the key.
It is not a display for men to criticize,
or even admire, if it is only a moments lingering.
I shall not force you, I shall not nag;
I shall not persist anymore were it to add to the pouring rain.
I just wish that a smile appear on those lips
and a sigh escape, a knowing sigh that knows
that there is still one that loves you for you being you.
So smile – yes, like that! Just like that! Be you shy
it makes my heart flutter. Oh my beloved do not cry
for your tears add to the wounds in my heart. Giggle,
like the girl I recall and we shall live together
with no one in our path!
I force you not to be hasty, take the time that one needs
in taking a decision of the life. Yes,
I am aware that flawed I am not
but alas! Sometimes the flawed hold more than the flawless.
why conceal tears while I stood to wipe them away?
Why fall over while I was to clench you in my embrace?
Why live in lies while I shall show you the truth?
Oh dearly beloved I confess with not a shred,
not an ounce of hesitance lingering in this aching soul.
I believe in what I say and so I shall pronounce it again.
I wish to be together alongside you but force you I cannot.
Just elucidate why your vista glimmers not upon me
and I shall turn away and never face the meadows,
never enter the temples, never ride through the wide plains.
I shall then beseech the sea which empathizes with me;
in it I shall accrue all my tears so that if you were to approach it
you might hear the slightest sobs rising with the waves.
People laugh at me, for having loved one as you.
You too are ashamed but why oh why?
Do you not trust your own vessels beauty in which
I shall pour all my soul so that with the vessel it may never part?
Do you not believe me? You did,
when we were buds on different bushes,
that we were, but now we can form the fruit together.
If only were you to accept this chalice I offer.
People mock me; taunt while some turn away
dismayed at the ill fate they consider I chose for myself.
But what better fate to hope for than which you yourself crafted?
Thus I heed not their jeers and mockery.
I walk a road with no end unless it is you at the end.
And I shall keep walking this road till I meet that end.
My head is bowed, but not out of shame, but to observe the steps
in the damp earth that may guide me to your lonesome dwelling.
I shall stand for you, till you accept me or till death do the favor.
But even then I shall die happy for it is in your shadow and none else's.
Do you see not what I see, in the mirror that nature provides?
Does the lake not reflect your beauty when you fill the pail?
What is it that you veil from others?
Is it the blemishes that have housed on your facade?
Are they a source of discomfiture for you?
Is it those blemishes you hide?
By the will of God they remind me of the texture,
and color that encases the lychee fruit.
A texture that pleases me for I know the fruit it contains.
And the sweetness of the fruit and its silken feel;
who could believe what it contained were they to judge from the peel?
Oh give heed not to those men who eat the apples
which look sweet while resides the worm in the apple's core.
Let them be content with the rotten apples.
What else is it that you veil from others?
Is it the disfigured hunch that makes you stoop as you amble?
Is it the kids throwing stones that make you saunter
only in the blanket of the dear night?
By the will of God it reminds me of mountains.
Protrusions of the earth held high in grace,
shadowing beneath their shadows the lush valleys,
with their fragrance unmatched and their bounties unbound.
Must the mountain feel inferior to the plain plains
that heave not high, neither accommodate such beauty?
They sit with a grey tinge to their isle of barren land.
And if there were some green plains as well,
they would still be inferior to your heavenly valleys.
Thus heed not the cries, and fear not the stone!
Stroll with grace that the stones are repelled upon their wielders,
so they too may realize their mistake of hurting you.
Is there else that you veil from others?
Is it the limping support of yours that supports you no more?
Is it the tilt in the sagging tree that makes you scurry
even upon the limp leg so that none may see you?
Is it that limp that you wish to hide?
By the will of God bows down the trees which are lush green
and bear upon them the ripest of fruits.
While the lofty crowns of others may rise higher
and more taut, yet they are bare of verdure or crop.
But your grace surpasses even them;
for you are the flamingo that stands on one leg
in its poise that is unmatched by any other being.
It too stands limp; which is the beauty God bestowed.
Same is your leg for it adds to your beauty.
But be there another just like the likes of you,
I may not glance twice that way for I know
that the heart kept inside; the crust that holds the valleys,
the trees and the fruits cannot be as pure as yours.
Then how can you ever splash in the reflection
lest it may form on the water surface once again.
Who is there in whom God has amassed all these
features and bounties? Is it a blessing or a curse?
It is a blessing oh dearly beloved!
Heed not the words of the damned! For it is their inability
to see what truly beauty is. The facets they admire
are just fake gems that attract those who wish for the best
yet are unable to see the real pearl for it is enclosed in its shell.
But if you wish to veil yourself from their ungrateful stares,
if you wish not to crack open the shell for it to be discovered
by rowdy men who hold little admiration for you,
then do not disclose yourself upon the world!
For God made you such that your beauty is veiled;
it is a lock meant to be opened only by one wielding the key.
It is not a display for men to criticize,
or even admire, if it is only a moments lingering.
I shall not force you, I shall not nag;
I shall not persist anymore were it to add to the pouring rain.
I just wish that a smile appear on those lips
and a sigh escape, a knowing sigh that knows
that there is still one that loves you for you being you.
So smile – yes, like that! Just like that! Be you shy
it makes my heart flutter. Oh my beloved do not cry
for your tears add to the wounds in my heart. Giggle,
like the girl I recall and we shall live together
with no one in our path!
I force you not to be hasty, take the time that one needs
in taking a decision of the life. Yes,
I am aware that flawed I am not
but alas! Sometimes the flawed hold more than the flawless.
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This is the complete version of "Flamingo with a Limp Leg". It is long but it displays the emotions that a man has and what he sees when he is in true love. it also expresses "Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder". It might be lengthy but I hope it will keep one's interest.
Points to critique on:
1. Does this work keep the readers attention?
2. Do the analogies made appeal to the reader or they are just fine or bad.
3. Is the flow/ feeling of the poem consistent.
4. Does the ending satisfy the reader.
5. Feelings after having read it.
6. Any general views.
Finally, The preview picture is the work of
and all rights belong to her. Thank you for letting me use it.
thank you for reading!
Points to critique on:
1. Does this work keep the readers attention?
2. Do the analogies made appeal to the reader or they are just fine or bad.
3. Is the flow/ feeling of the poem consistent.
4. Does the ending satisfy the reader.
5. Feelings after having read it.
6. Any general views.
Finally, The preview picture is the work of
and all rights belong to her. Thank you for letting me use it.thank you for reading!
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The beauty within this piece is beyond words. The layers of her of which he peels, and exposes to what he see's within her is so touching to read. There is such loving purity in his vision of her. Yet, it's melancholic in tone which perhaps makes the piece resonate even more with me in reading it. It's lengthy, but it never lost its intensity. Engaging, and pleasant to read. Truly!