All English Sonnets
VISIT TO MY HOUSE IN JAMMU
When I see the rickety wooden stair
Moth eaten, blackened, where it used to be
In childhood years, on which without care,
I used to sit and full of wonders see
The sky, bereft of stars, filled with kites
Of varied hues, with gay abandon tossed-
In all directions, locked aerial flights-
I wonder as to why in it engrossed.
My very being becomes, why so much,
I want to then recall the older scenes-
The obliterated lines, frantic clutch,
At hopes and aches of long forgotten tears.
Ah! why I want to forget, present times,
And think of past, denuded, barren claimer.