All English Sonnets
Enchained to a stranger and handcuffed
(As every man in life does feel some time),
I felt. My every query is rebuffed
So stubborn is this stranger in his prime.
And my afflicted mind in barricades
Of ignorance does fumble and argue,
Embarks upon its silent, fruitless raids
And shadows as realities I construe.
In meek allegiance wounded it retreats
Subservient, humiliated, in dismay,
To lick its wounds but in a flash it meets
The truth and then in wonder turns to say,
“In vain I struggled, made impassioned plea,
It, all the time was I, enchained to me”.