Between Hopes
and Scopes
C. SRINIVASA MOORTY
In success unsuccessful I
For her one ‘Yes’ prepared to vie
That I may before her can pose
And her Benediction propose.
Hence tantalizing hopes encouraging toil
Bring but dears of my taste near, my heart
And dwindled scopes, paddled in unrefined oil
Slip to fructify my simple art.
My eyes turned lustreless
And my structure has been lean;
My charms became charmless,
As restless these days have been.
My cheeks sunken, and rough beard grown
Blue rings around my eyes seen
and my form all distortions shown
As sleepless these nights have been.
But yet she afar off stood
As a mirage in the wood
Till dupe had been my mundane aim
Then thus at last she could exclaim:
“Where the charm that be of thee
To have been loved by me!”