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! ________________________________ Sonnet |16.08.2023| musings, marriage