(This is the 25th post of the blog and I wrote this one dedicating to the wonderful works of Shakespeare and his splendid sonnets, poems of 14 lines!! )
POEM(aping sonnet):
"The sap of
the grim tree, checked,
And you
whine its loss, oh simple you,
You are the
sailor of great seas, Poseidon blessed,
The one who
begot will just not glare,
But leese
the grip of age-old despair,
You seek triumph
then be it so,
For the one
in a million, conspicuous,
The one that
you are you know,
Abate the
desires for vicious glutton of luck,
Meet the prosperity
with thy work.
And of all
the sap shall flow again,
The lost
shall bloom, gaudy and gay,
And you will
be the splendid herald,
Of splendor,
triumph, glory that will stay".
MEANING:
"The sap of
the tree (life) has stopped flowing, causing fatal consequences,
He mourns
the loss of the tree (his life), but,
He has so
much to achieve over an ocean of options,
And if he is
caught, he will just not stare,
But free(leese) self from grip of despair/hopelessness,
And if he
searches for victory then be it so,
He is one in
a million, obvious to notice(conspicuous),
He is, now
he knows,
He should
give up his desire for huge luck,
And realize
his dreams through sheer hard work,
Then the sap
of tree i.e, his life, will flow again,
The tree
shall bloom, happy and celebrating,
And he will
be the splendid messenger(herald),
Of splendor,
triumph and glory of life-time."
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