Joy is the way
Slow and serene when I walked at the jheel1,
Sporting upon my lips a pleasant smile,
Relaxed to core and deep at ease to feel,
The weary thoughts were left behind a mile.
The seed of joy and bliss, of peace and love,
That I ne’er knew was always within me,
And never watered ceaseless on the move,
When blue of skies touched me, nor depth of sea,
I walked my life to walk, e’en chose to run
For no reason, when a peaceful li’le pause
Would have put me in touch with soul’s heaven,
But such was lure of chasing that ne’er was.
Too bad I realise this, this late day,
That there’s no way to joy, joy is the way.
jheel1: Hindi, for a shallow, sprawling lake.
The last line: From M.K. Gandhi, who said: ‘There is no way to
peace, peace is the way.’
The sonnet begins with a quatrain realising the wonders of Nature.
In the octave that follows it lapses into the life that was, realising
what was missed, only to return to the present in a couplet ending
- Sonnets | 05.08.11 |
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