O my churl, relieve yourself from your anger
lift the ban imposed on me from your smiles
to see and relish; can't wait no longer;
see my mind, aimless in the sky, sails.
Don't be yourself your foe, fading be your charm.
If you feast not my eyes, no use of your gift.
You heralded the rise of poetic storm
in me once, but now want not the ban to lift.
Before Covid digs trenches in thy face,
turn to me, look deep at my heart to kick start.
If wrinkles make cracks, your face won't amaze
So be kind and praises be poured on your heart.
No one knows when Covid will make its fatal strike
so lend me the legacy of your smiles by a hike.
A nice Shakespearean style of sonnet depicting the love and life in the pandemic context... Congrats! For the poem being shared. Thank you, Sir. Stay safe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stunning the couplet..... And I wanna borrow the beautiful before the nCoV-19 cultivation in the face....