All English Sonnets
‘Viyogi’ reads and wonders as to who
Has written such fine verse and expressed,
In ample measure- pains which lie repressed,
In bones. And at their leisure they do chew,
These very bones to smithereens. Ascends,
the mind of poet to such heavenly heights,
And is rewarded with such deep insights
That with the consent of descends,
A searing inspiration and with ease,
Enfolds the poet in its folds. The guy
Inadvertently writes, the struggles cease.
To all claims of authorship says “FIE”
And if you ask him, “Have you written these|”
He feels embarrassed, Says, “How can I ?”.