Aniruddha Pathak Poet Sonnet

And I fear still

I seldom fear that I may cease to be
Well ere the pen picks up my musing mind,
That, the seeds sowed may never get to grow,
I intend not merely fair fruits to find.
Fair, if a few fragrant flowers they bear,
If  plants sowed stay tender a tad longer
Without a continual nourishing care,
And hope, my passion keeps up its fervour.
But then, I wish when time’s ‘pon me to leave,
My soul carries deep-set desire to pen,
That, a magic spell inspires me one eve,
On an unknown land to carry on, then,
Till I plant unsowed seeds stirring in mind,
Or else, my pen devoid of ink does find.  
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Sonnet |09.06.2024| poet, poetry, desire

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