All English Sonnets
Search Of The True Lord
I searched in every corner, far and wide,
In nook and brook, in valley, hill and dale,
All manner of comment and spiteful snide,
I bore and in the process learnt the tale.
That once upon a time “Viyogi” lived,
In ever- widening search of the true lord,
And all exhausted fell and wept and grieved,
But could not- His true countenance behold.
And in that state of mind and body turned,
His back on Him and come to live in world,
But while advancing homeword he discerned,
A shinning figure or divine – unfurled.
So at his doorstep, standing near his gate,
He made the king and met a kingly fate.