A sonnet for the bee in my bonnet
-Gayathri B. Seetharam
I wait longingly for the day
When I shall be mistress of a fortune
That shall be bequeathed to me by
None other than the Honourable PM Justin Trudeau
As payment for my published endeavours, etc
For I hope, out of the goodness and generosity of his heart
And the critical eye of judgement
He shall see the error of his unrewarding ways
And the force of his own character,
A true and just and meritorious one,
Will reverse this oversight
And thus I shall become the darling of Canada
Dazzling the people with the beauty and truth
Of my engineering, scientific and literary and artistic endeavours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My best wishes with you. very nice poem indeed. Loved it. Thanks.