All English Sonnets
AT THE DOOR STEP
I reached every corner, far and wide.
In nook and brook; in valley; hill and dale.
All manners 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 came to live in world.
But while approaching homeward he discerned
A shining figure all divine unfurled.
So at His doorstep, standing near His gate.
He met the king and met a kingly fate.