Anonymous

Should Ich compare thee with winds o'May, Not ye know who are you? Perhaps the sunrise on my darkest day Not you know, this understands very few. Even in bright time thou art winds o'pleasure, You hath the power to transfer hell to heaven You merely can unlock fortune of leisure. You're one who our life had weaven. That's th'power rests within you, You are th'one who can provide happiness in solitary. Every slang turns out to be the forget-me-nots to you. That's the power rests for you in my memory. A Sonnet is insufficient to describe thee, Though I tried, that's enough for me. Poet-Surjendra Das (Pen Name-Rudyard Jostle).