All English Sonnets
There was a child in a dysfunctional home.
His name was Jaggu. He had a functional mind.
But the crowd in that home did ot become
A sanctuary for Jaggu of any kind.
The progenitors of children soon expired
Leaving the feckless, clueless soul alone.
And everyone was absolutely hardwired
For mere survival when parents were gone.
But Jaggu rose from that shattered heap
And rose to stratosphere beyond access.
His pragmatic and functional mind did reap
Rewards of sweat and toil and stress.
Now time has come to see that GOD will bless
And grant him rarest blooming happiness.