O Poet
Sonnet
Published on August 2, 2020
O Poet
Sonnet
Pondicherry at sunrise
O Poet, Scripter of Worlds,
What mystery lurks in thy infinite folds,
What craft stupendous pens thy art,
Such luring light to capture the heart?
Ode and sonnet and epic verse
Lyric and melody and aphorism terse;
All come together in a happy medley
Make a fine motif on thy work’s tapestry.
Thou has fashioned words into power
Infused common tongue with mantric fervour.
Immortal themes from thy dreams drawn,
A higher pitch hastens the golden dawn.
O Poet, to thy service is my mind enrolled,
I shall scribe thy intent in future’s gold.