31. Ode to the Talking Statues
By JH Sayyar
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Crossing the vale, I see a cute girl’s dinging,
Looks to the sky; sighing on a green floor,
I hear her silently, her red bangles’ ringing,
In moon light rays falling on the face
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When I start walking, she turns her face
Her dazzling beauty makes me stand still,
Touching me; she turns into a marble stone,
I can move, see and talk with manly grace,
She gives me honey, by her window sill,
What I see; cannot believe, I make a groan,
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One day she falls ill, I cure by Rowan roots,
When her trust restores, takes me to her palace,
Where I see talking statutes wearing red boots,
All said in low voice she is cruel and callous.
At last she sleeps; I visit her decorated bed,
Forgetting all, I also sleep within moes
I see a horrible dream, you cannot believe,
A shape shifting being, gives honey for bread,
Captures cute faces anon, useless all your rues,
Kissing men; she all into statues through a sieve,
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When I wake; she; stands on my dark side,
Says me what you see the dream is a truth,
She hugs me, throws me on the bed wide,
Her art is a secret, all powers in her shoes,
She converts me into a dove, leaves me in air
Soon; its spell expires; you; a human being,
If you want me, put this carbuncle in rays,
To say, “Come Swan,” I will be anon there,
All times prove true, but today I am not seeing,
I see a dream; kissing her, opens eyes I amaze
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