October 2nd, Rituals Rife

Many a tall landmark, a trunk line road, Named everywhere are to revere him, But who truly takes to his creed and code? ‘Pon talking high, how many rise like cream? ‘Pon worshipping him with paeans of praise, Pray, how many walk, steps tuned to his goal? Prayers are said, words vouched on his birthdays. How many heed to them with heart and soul? Many a march, many a clockwork walk, We tread in his name, it is wasted labour, If we walk— walk his ways like sheep in flock— That we be seen, snapped for a boastful blabber! Had his ways been vibrant visions in us, His values vouched would have been virtuous. _________________________________________________ Sonnets | 01.10.07 |