Sonnet (Shakespearean)
N’ sparkling eyes that shall brighten my day;
I yearn to hold you in my arms
N’ feel you suckle to my breast;
Every part of you shall I nourish
N’ groom you until you burnish;
I need to feel that special kindle;
I ache to kiss those pinky toes,
As you tumble to your petit feet;
When shall you mumble the goo ga n maa!
N’ when shall I feel like a complete me;
Oh! this waiting is sweet but sweaty,
Oh my love! I pledge to adore you zealously,
No matter what life proffers for you n me.
Tetra & Pentameter
Oh! What a weather it is this April.
What should we carry n what to wear,
Befuddling everybody n causing much despair.
Starved to see the yellow, pink n green,
From November last until this April.
Global warming! or global chilling!
Who can answer to such mayhem?
The gods of nature are much displeased,
With the pace at which we humans flourish.
You ought to see the extreme imagination,
Of Manoj Night Shyamalan in “The Happening”.

