When a knot knots no better still
In hope of gain if man bears pain,
Clouds gain just as to drain as rain,
Crooked, but roads still look ahead,
A gold chain binds no less as chain.
Life is hope and so is mirage,
Marriage is still a kind of rage,
Straight or not, life still goes ahead,
Marriage may bind, yet not a cage.
In absolute confusion caught,
In conflict, two-some tie the knot—
Of marriage O to look ahead,
That a knot knots better than not.
And still, clouds come to drain as rain,
To drench them not as rain, with pain!
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Sonnet |16.08.2023| musings, marriage
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