Boyhood
Published on May 17, 2019
Boyhood
A Sonnet
Courtesy Priti Ghosh
A simple scheme was my boyhood,
Driven everyday by a maternal hand.
By daily routine of unconscious childhood,
Performed my little deeds without demand.
I was, but yet didn’t know,
What saw all from within.
Like a stranger gaped at the show,
All the mirth and clamour without gain.
Briefly I saw in my youth,
The stranger woke to flame and purpose.
But I knew not to what end or truth,
This power that drove me would use.
At five score I become a boy again,
To pursue my Master’s scheme of lofty strain.