Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,

Gold Star - 16,120 Points (14-2-1957 / Coimbatore, Tamilnadu, India)

Sonnet: A Bard’s Constitution - Poem by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,

My hands tremble when sinful thoughts appear;
My body’s bathed in sweat when act’s over;
What guilt, remorse fills my heart, Oh dear!
My soul is in penitential fever.

My heart is grief-stricken when things go wrong,
And anger fills my mind when world’s at fault;
I feel like cursing men/ women for long;
If given chance, how well they somersault!

A sensitized heart/ mind are found in bards;
The world in which they live, has gone crazy;
Their emotions keep jumping like leopards;
Their life is most often misty/ hazy.

Whatever feels their heart, must become words,
To drive into the heads of human herds!

6-25-2001


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 13, 2003



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