It made me twist and turn in bed
My mind could well from a million alts choose:
Marvel at beauty of that moonless sky,
Re-live that meandering slow boat cruise,
Recall fragrance from her love wafting by,
Re-enjoy bluebell blossoms of late springs,
I could have dwelt at her demurring dimple
Which, seems to show deeper dent when she sings,
And whilst at it, could have delved on her ample
Presence— any of her prime beauty spots,
But worries weighed in, crowding out my joys,
Why, but I kept on dotting needless dots,
Not on the pleasant dream, what it destroys,
Which, made me twist and turn in bed n times,
Dwelling on life’s peripherals, not primes.
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Sonnet |01.02.13, revised November 2024|
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