Brevity Binds My Spirit To Uplift - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Some when worship guineas and gold heirloom
That lies buried all year in volts and cells,
When young fire crackers, old fret in their room,
In temples afar when beat drums and bells,
As time ‘tis to invoke Goddess of wealth
On thirteenth day of dulling, waning moon,
Worried of vile smoke, of my old man's health,
I was lost in thoughts of fate and fortune.
And yet, festive spirit what with loud boom
Around, can scarce imprisoned be by mood,
Even when confined be in a small room,
Making me on sonnet's sparse plot to brood:
How brevity binds, letting me not drift,
How its cramped space my spirit should uplift.
Written on Dhan-teras day of Diwali.
- Sonnets | 07.11.12 |
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