All English Sonnets
ON THE EVE OF WINNING AN AWARD
I, up to today was unsung unknown.
Unrecognized, unwanted and unread;
And barely barely earning daily bread
But today I can call this world my own;
For it has showered on me, wild renown.
This my adulation makes me note;
My poesy on which they greedily dote;
Is half of what my word have left unshown.
Ah! I am ignorant of verb and noun;
And subtle nuances, I completely lack.
So says Viyogi, listeners, note it down;
And to me this recite, read it back;
To help me curb my pride, that I may
Convey in words, what I want to say.