Poems by Harsh Kumar

Frame of Love

a poem by

Harsh Kumar

Whatever built this mortal frame,
thoughts, passions and delights,
the feelings of bondship,
is what is love.
‘ts a thing of that sort,
which disturbs the presence with joy,
that when prevailed,
there are no events in fray.
With the worth of eternal emotions,
of all creatures great and small,
yea,’ts the testimony of all ages,
the ages very old,
of the kings and the queens,
to the Romeo’s Juliet;
and Lincoln’s race to the freedom of Gandhi,
as the patriot soul’s food,
from every age to age,
in the ages of old and youth.
God is love and love is god,
all ye’ need to know,
in it the sweet pains are bartered matters,
as the pains are great and true.

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Adored Diamond

a poem by

Harsh Kumar

Sic, the icon of the worth,
The Emerald of the Core,
Yeah, ’tis the Alladin’s treasure,
‘Tis the Diamond, I adore.
Show of the Crowns,
The gem of the dine,
Talk of the bartered wine,
And they wish, it be mine.
The Shine cooleth,
The Entwine moved rax,
Get it! Get it – Me soul,
The Greed might rise again.
Its worth Endless,
Sure will make you stay,
On that greedy tempted heart,
Where the halt is no way.
The food of the rich,
Guest of every door,
Born under the hefty earth
‘Tis the diamond, I adore.

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