Compel

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Compel

A Sonnet

Courtesy Priti Ghosh

I am by Thee enamoured,
To each Thy gesture indentured.
Why battle with Thy silence,
I gladly submit to Thee alone.

O Mother, coax Him a little,
Lord of words, but spares me none. 
An innumerably armed blur of action,
Gives me not a token of interaction.

I dream like a wayward maiden,
Forsaking modesty, seek my heart to gladden.
Is He loving, all considerate and warm?
Or does He lure my virgin mind with absent charm?

I am become man, and a woman too.
Only compel Him, O Mother, for I seek true.