Look yonder, where the scented leaves and cold –
give man a mirage of repose and calm –
and faith to sight seems a substantial hold –
where nature’s hues avowedly embalm –

There, yonder, where the little lights and town –
lead man up stairwells of faith and true love –
where masses don’t swell, and crowds don’t fret, frown –
and your hand fits in a celestial glove –

Look yonder, where Truth’s nebulous and lies –
just seeming empyrean, and bones crack –
where cesspools glow and give you faint, false highs –
and the ideal is the Trickster’s knack –

There, yonder, you’ll find hope and solitude –
Look yonder, you’ll find the same plenitude –

© Nitin Lalit Murali (2018)

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4 responses

  1. It’s easy to write 14 lines and make it rhyme properly and call it a Shakespearean sonnet. It’s a lot harder to write something brilliant like you just have! You’re becoming a master, Nitin. You are a wordsmith – that’s the best compliment I can give.

    • Thank you so much Bruce. That’s such a generous comment and I’m truly moved and humbled. I have a long way to go still, but your support makes the journey worth it. Thanks again.

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