All English Sonnets
We wish to pen great writings of high class,
But do not even start writing their index,
We dell on vastest vistas, but alas!
Little things of daily living vex.
Due to guilelessness of our desires-
On distant, unseen points, our minds get fixed
But by triviality begotten fires,
Our visions are untouched, asked and nixed.
Conceiving masterstrokes in our niches,
We dwell upon their shapes, nuances, manners
But in the WORKS of lofty human wishes;
The fate conspires to throw in myriad spanners
But tacit tolerance, willful blindness, Love
Can make it possible to RISE ABOVE.
“MIAN KUNWAR VIYOGI”