All English Sonnets
How quickly daughters grow, unlike sons!
In a single season, like the stalks of wheat
Get ripened. Daughters forget childish puns
And blossom into blushing maidens sweet.
Like young ones of the sparrows, wingless hatched
Are fondled, by the beaks of mothers fed,
And quickly growing wings, unattached
To mothers they become, and instead
Of welcome chirpings, nests are empty left.
And likewise fathers also lonely lonely feel,
When homes, of their daughters are bereft
They feel that life upon uneven keel
How quickly daughters grow, unlike sons,
From childhood to the teens in a dozen suns!