The Letter And Spirit Of Law - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
My optimism lending a long rope,
It made me sing this rosy li’le quatrain:
If there be thing called letter of the law—
Impostor of old school nasty as naïve,
Man too has ‘nough spirit from which to draw
To keep a fair justice flowing alive.
But passive soon did turn my fragile hope,
And this sextet began to sing in vain:
Today there is naught but letters of law—
That we call jesters or impostors naïve,
They alone triumph singing their lone song;
Spirit seems bottled to mature and grow,
And justice, struggling to stay alive,
On deathbed is, and in prayers for long!
____________________________________________< br>The first two lines of the two stanzas
correspondingly rhyme abab. The next four
cdcd, and the sextet rhymes efgefg— a
peculiar sonnet scheme.
____________________________________________< br> - Sonnets | 02.08.07 |
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