Comments about S.S. Sundaresh
Sonnet 6/11 – On True Lust
Let me to the meeting of untrue minds, admit impediments;
Lust is not lust, which does not alter when it alteration finds,
Or does not bend with the remover to be removed.
O, no! `Tis an ever-shifting mark,
That causes tempests and leaves us shaken,
It is the rock to every straight bark,
Whose worth’s exactly known; whose depth cannot be taken.
Lust is Time’s fool; though painted lips and cheeks,
Within his bending sickle’s compass come not,
Lust alters with its brief hours and weeks,
And wears itself out in a few moons.
If all this be not ...