Ye miss O mind in thine mindless vain mirth
That every shade from a rainbow's palette
Ye paint with, brightening life's dreary state,
None else but by Heaven has been added.
And ever since thine birth upon this earth,
The sweetest notes of a melodic scale
Ye use, music to make and to regale
The world, are but by Heaven created.
Ye forget, lost when in thine puny worth,
Marvelling in thine mind's enormous power
That lets man rise, kiss tallest of tower,
That too never hast thou, by heaven made.
Get down from thine vainest pedestal thence,
Think, the power ye wield who's willed it long hence.
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This piece has a rhyme pattern not generally seen in sonnets.
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Sonnets | 01.08.08 |
Such a fine poem, Aniruddha...............10++++++++++++++
Thank you Mr Bernard, your feedback is always encouraging, as is this 10+ rating (if my poem really deserves) . But not quite if it is only for encouraging me. You are welcome to give me your critical comments as well. Thank you indeed.
Thank you again, but your poems page remains untraceable. Any clue?
Thank you again for this feedback. But your poem page is not traceable. Any clue?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A brilliant sonnet (the rhyme pattern is deviated as already noted but poetic beauty is intact) . Liked the third quartet most and the couplet is very powerful! Appreciated this magnificent piece of poetry depicting sublime contents! (10)
Thank you Dr Dillip Swain for your kind remarks. It feels good when someone likes a poem.