SONNET- 19
Angelo Pfithu
Life, what’s this life! Brim with dolour ‘ndmournin’
Heart, what’s this heart! Fill with tears ‘ndmaimin’
Mind, what’s this mind! Numb, torpid ‘ndtroublin’
Woe, woe be gone,
Leave me be, Oh! It won’t leave me alone;
Am locked- none can open this core- you alone.
In million I am only soul in grief,
This agony is never brief.
I am the knock, you are the closed door,
Blisscurtain down in pain, shut usual life,
Day's dark, night's cold- Heart shamed more,
I waited your footsteps- methought we’d build Life,
My passion of love turn fury force
If am gone, will the clock take its course?
