Sonnet Xxxviii Poem by Maangi Mongare Kevin

While I admire beams of the sun in the east
Watching it wander in a curve to the end
With my chin held high, by palm or fist
Wonder I the wild world's wavy trend
With dynamics, not of wind nor waves
With statics not still like stepping stone
White seen, isn't pure by way it paves
Wishing all were impure, unlike coal shine
While thinking too, note I water, oil mix
Which fathers long gone thought a taboo
Well, thinking now plays cheeky tricks
With my mind, too old and, young too

But sudden comes love, who eyes gaze
Love, you bright, you my vision daze