Verse, the lustrous galaxy of the mind,
Radiating thoughts of wisdom well designed ;
A torch of love lit on the palm of Time
By the lively heart-glowing beats of rhyme.
‘Tis the living lip and tongue of sages,
Who were the life blood of all the ages,
Of a world once in caves, without a spark,
Of knowledge to illuminate the dark
With iambs. trochees, spondees well displayed;
Scholars befriended the measure that made
The eye spring of language a teeming well
Of rhythm upbursting from a mental swell.
Bless them, illustrious poets of yore,
Who have engineered and left at the shore
A lighthouse of poesy, yesterday,
A glare of the past, that will show us the way