What Might Happen Happens Still
A Aniruddha Pathak
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Good and evil when churned ocean's bottom,
Hailed was venom with the nectar of life,
Fair and rife in life well-mixed come with strife,
And crown cometh with thorns of a kingdom.
Men often look like roosters crowing shrill,
Feeling proud for reminding sun to rise,
Yet we know: sun rises to scorch through noon,
And would set to the depths of midnight's moon,
To arise once again as dark night dies,
Sure, things that might happen do happen still.
Cause and effect seem a self-seeding chain,
A thing that comes to be, having come dies,
Man loves to bear his cross, a pot of pain,
He thinks a sole beast he's ‘pon earth so wise.
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Sonnets | 04.04.11 |
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