REPUDIATION

The soul is departed and discarded

From his dear heart; as he reckon

From the marvelous mind

Once grasped n’held firmly with

The flaming heart in joy

Once mingled as milk and stream

Cuddled up like sea and shore

With her elated essence.

Where his smile was elixir to her

Where the very thought of his being

Was joy for her soul

Where his voice demand

The pleasing music of her life.

But, poor heart! It is forsaken!

It is left alone to wander

Through the pleasant life in vain,

Over the dreamy rises and dale in pain,

Along the marvelous scenes in aim none,

Through the pretty banks in despair,

Lament and dismal all day long.

How pathetic is repudiation!

How pitiable is refutation!

How sympathetic is denial!

That felt by Sakuntala and Sita

That suffered by all who loved

And became deserted,

But from their loved hearts!

Hearken! Silly love seekers!

Fondle never this flame

It will blaze you all along!