I am in the harteless maze.

       I am  in  the  hartleess    maze.

Your Face, bounteous  Grace, knit

With  patience ,so  faire  and so sweete,

So  Sharpe,  miraculously Timely

as   The  Supreme’s Intervention.

His  bounteous Boon,  a forethought

For  this  YUGA, or  ERA, however

 you  Call it, a predestined  mode,

myne   perception  always recall.

You came  to  share the pain

Of  devil’s doings, harte  cannot  sustain

 growing  misdemeanour,

your  meek affirmed  prediction,

a disdainful  taste  and    acceptance

for  many   a revolting  nutmeg :

for   them  a prick of  play,

For  Him,  a  pavilion  for  the next Birth.

Mine thoughts  and  precarious  journey,

Set right  by  your  wit  of  excellence

Kind understanding   nod:   your  face

And  will  doth feed  and solve my  angst.