The Web Poetry Corner - Arnab De - My sonnet is the blues of your eyes
My sonnet is the blues of your eyes
by
Arnab De
A life is a sonnet, a sonnet is love_
A moment of truth, to give time a chance;
Swimming the stanzas and living between lines,
Have my words arrived to steal a glance_
And all Israel, but for a sonnet_
The glory of hurricanes, blood shed;
The poetry of peace, all wars and a lie_
My sonnet is the blues of your eye!
For three words I pray, in life one more day_
Though life is death, my sonnet is hope;
With and without her, a night melts away,
As words stop time, trying to cope_
A sonnet is a prayer of enlivened utopia;
Of blues unrequited; and Rituparna!