Whatso might happen happens still
Gods churned the oceans of wisdom
Venom to get, get nectar of life,
Man churning life’s venomous strife
Oft gets crown of thorn with kingdom.
He never asks fowls calling shrill,
If or when would the sun arise,
The sun shall— to a scorching noon,
To fall to depths till midnight’s moon,
To rise again till dark night dies,
The new dawn when as ever dawns,
Again to die that no one mourns;
For, what might happen happens still.
Everything that comes to be dies,
The sun must set if it should rise.
Not a traditional sonnet this, but a sonnet still.
- Sonnets | 08.04.11 |
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