All English Sonnets
Quixotic hopes are born, when clueless men,
Embark upon this world, this world to win,
One casual endearment, mouthed by stranger, kin,
Appears to them like God send message. When
Their youth attracts some loose moralled women,
They all discipline shed, indulge in sin,
Ill thinking this as sacredest omen,
Of future vistas, which have never been,
Their own to call and feel so self assured:
They deem all moves well meaning and regarded
By ignorance their minds are so armored,
These luckless moments are so much unguarded.
That they are by reality felled and gored
And by experience ruthlessly discarded.