All English Sonnets
When dear ‘Vyogi’ youthful days remembers
The tremor and the passion and the fire
The overpowering, quivering, tense desire
Go flitting, past the mind in countless numbers.
The tedious and the cold and harsh Decembers
By truant trysts and kisses which were warmed
The incinerating tryster uniformed
Behind the rustling curtains of the chambers.
When elders were enmeshed in dreamy slumbers.
He only can be wistful and rapine
And like a dumb and speechless concubine
Who knows that she is not like family members
One present with the past, not encumbers
And doesn’t blow on cold and diminished embers.