To Peace (Shakespearan Sonnet)
O Peace! For ages haven't we invoked
Your grace by chanting your name ceaselessly?
We're sorely tired; our voices are choked:
Must you still evade us mercilessly?
What will you accept as our libation?
In vain we've offered you, at various stages,
Of Faith and Hope a sweet distillation.
'Labour' too failed to win you as 'wages'.
Ah! You're too precious to be won cheaply!
For you costlier things we need to barter.
We must place, one by one, successively,
The rarest things at your holy alter-
These being Love, Sacrifice, Selflessness,
Compassion, Contentment and Generousness.
Your words are so true! Yes, we must strive to regain all the values we had mislaid sometime, somewhere, along our life's journey.
'Holy alter' is a new coinage. Perhaps 'altar' is more apt for the pious in a Church. Would you, as Editor, select a poem of mine for your literary journal, I wonder.
Your poem rings so true. So many things go into achieving peace. It is not simply given to us, but we must regard as something precious and worth purchasing with our efforts and sacrifices.
As you have rightly said, toil alone will not suffice to win PEACE. We will have to make several sacrifices too.
This poem is like a lighthouse to those who embark on a voyage to PEACE!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A superb sonnet, perfect in every way!