Sonnet 3: Cause Of Concern Poem by Banik Rai

All on earth that I should praise
I should learn and I should know
Is your beauty, fades someday though
God had drawn you in Golden Page
With colours of light, brush being sun-rays
He might regret his fault, as the flow
Of time is made for infinite grow
Ah! What lasts ever against the age?

Every fair from fair earth has seen
Some sweet, some as sour as lime
But your sweetness is that I always yearn
And sourness, for which I'm always keen
Will your beauty then fade with time?
This is my only cause of Concern.