My eyes are sharper than
swords.
Your attention was held.
My words are sharper than
eyes.
Your heart was won.
My pen is sharper than words.
Your senses struggle.
Is my sharpest weapon blunt
‘Cause your senses are
strong?
No, your senses are iron
sheathed.
Else, your senses are the weakest.
The senses shown can be
visible.
Hence you dread to show.
The shown heart, who knows?
Hence, you dare to concede.
Heart, more precious, is
given.
Yet you guard your senses.
Throne is lost; sword is
guarded.
War is lost; battle is waged.
Kings are friendly; subjects
only war.
Heart is given; senses are
withheld.
Visibly chaste; Invisibly what?
13.06.99, Palakkad
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