Ever in brain

Whether because I loved her figure
I crafted to capture her heart or
Whether because I loved her heart
I started devouring her figure
Is a mystery I could never fathom,
And with her being about to vanish,
My misery deepens without bottom,
Which her mercy alone can banish.

Her print is in my brain;
By no one can it be slain.
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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