The Lover's Critique

When you ask me, "Are any good,

Lines of my poetry?",

I say, "O' heartmate be assured,

You've writ them superbly."

"To heart, like waterfalls they are,

To ears, a melody,

To eyes, alike a beamful star,

To soul, an ecstasy."

But you rebut and say I lie

Taking Love's biased ways,

That true assessment I deny,

Give far too hollow praise.

But tell me whether I am wrong

If beauty's all I find

In your sweet strophes that like a song

Engulfs within my mind.

And if at all, a verse, perchance

Not in perfection lies,

I still would let my praises dance

Than sharp-critiquing eyes

For, do all lovers this not say

"My girl the fairest be!

Though imperfections all have may,

She is perfect to me"?

About The Author:

Shamik Banerjee is a poet and poetry reviewer from the North-Eastern belt of India. He loves taking long strolls and spending time with his family. His deep affection with solitude and poetry provides him happiness.