All English Sonnets
ENOUGH IS NOT ENOUGH
My playmates call me love-bewitched, love-struck,
With smirking smiles and turbans kept atilt.
They know not that I feel no shame, no guilt,
And all their banalities come unstuck.
And love if nothing else- demands such pluck,
(Like boulders on the trails are hurdles heaped,
Each boulder with great calamities is steeped.)
That with protected courage, lot of luck,
We may commence to understand how rough
This journey is, by watching bloodiest red
In hue are darts out- pulled from life. Enough
Is not enough- we have to give our head
To guillotine of love, Sternest stuff,
Is love and lovers, love achieve, when dead.