O’ mystical mystery!
In your asymmetrical symmetry, many a clue derives shape
The strings of Apollo play in gasps
The gypsy watches, rims agape.
Those founts teased by pecks silvery
Desires he too a drop to pen
Desires he too a drop to quench
You, an innocent verse turned ballad juvenile
The gypsy waits to drench.
Shivers in noon, shivers in moon
O’ mystical mystery!
To your shanty mellow, do invite soon
Beneath the ray laden gem in the night half crescent,
The gypsy begins to croon.
Amidst the penman’s bliss; a few letters amiss
Where lost are you?
What marks the pain?
Is it the cycle with patterns mobile?
Or is it the equilibrium-
The stagnant call ‘Rain’.
O’ mystical mystery!
In your asymmetrical symmetry, many a clue derives shape
The gypsy figures the canvas
Emotion, none but a conjuror’s trick
The show, its staged
The gypsy watches, rims agape.
Amazing e stunning write.
Thank you ☺
Picturesque and magical !