Hearken To Your Heart's Silent Hint Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

To please the lady love, my heart to bare,
I tried invoking her with chiselled verse,
That purest pleasure of my pen be hers,
But left I was— stare at stark page as ere.
I sought aptest words, archaic and rare,
And tried to paint the bleakest face of woe,
Which, desperate poets apt are to toe
In a fervent appeal that she be fair;
Words came but came still scant, as if too shy
To breach her heart's high wall, bulwark bolted,
When nothing whatso worked I knew not why,
When words failed to flow from their fountain head,
When I coaxed my pen a new line to mint,
A voice whispered: hearken to your heart's hint.
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The Volta is hinted at the beginning of the sestet, but its high tide occurs only at the poem-ending couplet.
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Sonnets | 03.11.08 |