All English Sonnets
In this mind blowing contraption-universe,
Men are least important, luckless cogs.
Thus say philosophers, in all prose and verse,
This great conception but their thinking clogs
And we are told through hymns and epic verse
That men are all minuscule by the priest,
Or mullah- rabbi, pandit; what is worse,
All men are sinners—living West or East
Go chanting, mouthing obscenity adverse-
Thus blinded men do understand it least,
When old Viyogi utters- tense but terse,
–Though men are little but are like the yeast.
Which makes bread so fluffy in the pan
Like yeast to bread, To world is puny man.