A Sonnet For Peace Poem by Jyoti Patil

With what I ought to compare certainty,
Were't ought my extern to my upbringing,
Or equate with bare integrity,
Which stand alone to prove my point or pruning?

Have I not experienced men of every form and favour?
Loss or gain, and more, by paying in part till lent,
For understanding douceur of age and flavour,
Sorrowful flourishers, in their beholding bent?

Nay, let me be ingratiating in thy heart,
And take thou my offerings, no possessions but glee,
Which is not mingled with time, cometh to cart
But reciprocal rest, only me for thee.

Consequently, thou instigative informer! A serene soul
When most imped'd raises barely in thy control.