Aniruddha Pathak Poet Sonnet

Long winding pen, a thief of joy

Let clichés get frowned at in poetry,
Though trite, a tested phrase is still my friend
That saves goodly time, trouble too to me,
Describing it in a long-winding hand. 
The grass is greener and apples sweeter,
And why should those fish bite the other rod?
Why distant hills to me look prettier?
And ‘shining object syndrome’ seem so odd?
Yet, too little can I on the ‘ther side,
Were I to shun the use of a trite phrase,  
Escape there’s none than a long-winding ride
That won’t invoke visions of envied grass.
    Let trite phrase be the thief of joyous cake,
    Clichés do some useful toys to me make. 
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Tongue-in-cheek | 03.07.2026 | cliché/word play, friend, humour, poetry, Sonnet

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