All English Sonnets
His daughters say, “why don’t you build a house?
His surrogate wife, also same thing says,
His feelings play the game of cat and mouse,
His BLACKS and WHIRES are smothered by the greye.
His friends advise him to produce a place,
And casual knows, also same thing, till,
His relatives think that it is a disgrace,
For him to have no house or place to dwell.
And it is possible that he is wrong,
And it is possible that they are right.
Perhaps he knows not, where to belong?
Perhaps his mind is blows, his head is light?
But poet “Viyogi” stony silence keeps,
Unknown, what he wants? What he seeks?