The dourly draft in the winter
In a dim diurnal, it thunder
Busted the leaves which frazzled by light,
On the nettle pond, on the barren sight
When beeline in porphyria’s straight,
She stops the breeze by closing the gate,
Warmth the room, by blowing the fireplace
With room got snugly, she removes the shawl,
When Beanie down, hair splash like waterfall.
She sat near me with open hair,
Touching my arms without any fear;
She allow me to lie on her white smooth shoulder,
And give her all, when clouds get thunder
Croon with love, in my ear,
To show her feeling, without any fear;
With passion of love, she moves around,
I hold her with torrid heart, as no one around;
In a bit of time, thought came in mind
How this girl will always mine;
Who praise me, from bottom of her Heart
With whom I can never be apart;
I tightened her neck with three strings
Because of that she can never sing
Certainly she feels no pain,
As I hug her, tightly again
I open the lead, from her neck,
Kissed the blushed lady, to keep a check,
Bluish eyes and golden hair have seen
Made me Jaunty, as I fulfill her keen
She lies on my lap, all the night
As I didn’t heard a word, from God almight.
Hi all! this is the remake of the original poem “Porphyria’s Lover” by Robert Browning
