For me the greatest fear’s to be blind
Devoid of sight, know left nor right
To never know colour, no stars no light
Life a constant nightmare: unending night.
To hear a chirping, know not whence it comes
To be burnt by fire know not what burns
Possess imagination greatly profound
Yet, unable to conceive any ground
Hats off to those for whom day and night
Always same: no night too dark, no day too bright
Yet in this world magnificently survive
Showing the world the way to fight
However to God they must be dear
So came epiphanies to the blind seer
Written in 2005, with a view towards technicalities of the sonnet form, the iambic pentameter...
6 comments:
Ah, he's a bard, too! :-) And the thoughts go deep.
Iambic pentameter! :-D Ah, when I was in grad, my professors put me to shame for not knowing what that meant; when I was working, my office people put me to shame for knowing it! ;-)
:-)
Where were you wrking Dhruv?
u were at sardar patel i am guessing from what u wrote on annie's blog
your poems are great
@Saroverz
Thanks! :)
the closing couplet is great!in the rest of the poem, i like the thought, the rhyme, but in places, the expression slackens, so does intensity...hope u don't mind the criticism, i can't be dishonest. i shifted to blogspot. in case u r interested-http://sanyukta-wanderer.blogspot.com/
@sanjukta
all criticism is appreciated. N infact i wud be happier if u cud tell me the exxact lines that u feel are lacking in any regard. It would help.
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