Ye O Life Favour, Nor Frown Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Thine ways may be as wanton as they come,
Known art thou to favour, O Life, nor frown,
Opportune times if come few fortunes crown,
I've seen thee braving ill times keeping mum.
And there are those that always sanguine be,
Relishing fruits, ripe or not, few or rife,
Whilst there are those in abject misery,
Entwined in wishful wants, life torn in strife;
Yet, O Life, ye never discriminate,
Man's freedom to opt for a red from blues,
From twain of paths at T-crosses called fate;
He savours or suffers, but gets to choose.
Let fate favour or frown, grow wanton weeds,
Man has a wide field to sow choicest seeds.
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This sonnet seems to move from Volta to Volta throughout its length.
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