Originally posted by: karkuzhali
An Ode to the Classy Lashy:
(Inspired by the poem,"The Solitary Reaper" by William Wordsworth.)
The Original:
The Solitary Reaper.
Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass
Reaping and Singing by herself;
Stop here or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain
And sings a melancholy strain
O! listen! for the vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound!
* * * * *
Will no one tell me what she sings?-
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old ,unhappy far off things
And battles long ago.
Or is it some more humble lay
Familiar matter today?
Some natural sorrow, loss or pain,
That has been and may be again?
* * * * *
My Version:
Behold her, once again has come back to write
Our slashy Lashy with all her might
Writing and being happy herself;
Read now and also enjoy yourself!
Alone she does research and writes non stop
With her Lexicon and Laptop
O! Watch, for the forum overflows
With the members' posts of kudos!
Can any one miss the story that she writes?
Perhaps the prologue'd have attracted you
To the century-old history of the Kings and Knights,
And the customs of the Moghuls and Rajputs true blue.
Or is it the suspense that underlies in it
Kindles the expectation of you readers to await
Some beautiful romance and well written dialogue
Which'll take us along with her till the epilogue!
Saraswathi Periamma.
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