Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,
Sonnet: My Poetry These Days - Poem by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,
Till now, I found no soul who said to me,
“Come read your poems and let me opine.”
But still, I’m happy writing poetry!
In any case, it tends to be divine.
Though writing verses is both gift and art,
Appreciation is a tougher thing;
Not all would like to walk, pushing the cart!
Some love to pull others’ legs and to sing.
I write poems for just the fun of it;
I seem to race against the ghost of time;
My sonnets have become almost habit;
When thirst takes on, I squeeze them like a lime!
But blame, I can’t the world for what it is!
But at this rate, many could Heaven miss.
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