O to live life of a modest man,
Plenty in place that money can,
Wanting little in a small den,
Dreaming of what no money can.
Hopes in heart, wish horses on leash,
Peace in soul, patience for God’s grace,
And prayers to lose bloated face,
That heaven-like seems modest niche.
Yet, to dream of such Spartan ease,
I aught ere cultivate content
That a rich feast looks life of lent,
And poverty begins to please.
But me mortal made with earth’s soil,
A paradise aught me ere spoil.
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- Sonnets | 01.08.07 |
Aniruddha Pathak
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