Sonnet I Poem by Maangi Mongare Kevin

Lo! As a crafty girl child crawls off her mother's lap
Makes her premier touch on the course ground
Full of impediments and so lovely a trap
And produces her so sweet enchanting sound
And leans over walls as sun to the glorious east
And makes a standstill gait to beauty expose
Though not adorned but unclear as fog or mist
Goes deep into the world with her unique pose
And gets captured by like a modern portrait
World's sweetest components unable to defile
And clings to the world with glue at its bait
And dines and dies with the world with smile

So defines my path to thee, premier touch of thee
Yes, you, sweet love, premier source of smile in me