Who Am I, Dear?

If this home by home-maker is made, He mused on this existential dark: Who am I, one that brings home mere bread? The truth stared at him ever so stark! Mute witness that from home duties shirks— Purusha watching Prakriti slog, You pride at pinching prime homely perks, She said, well ensconced, lime-light to hog. If voice works on words and life on breath, Eyes on sight, sound waves vetted by ears, Mind on thoughts, if from heart cometh faith, O what work-apron this spirit wears? I'm the soul: the sole conscious being, Soul does a key job of enabling! ______________________________________________________ A man wondered: if she is a home-maker then who he is. In Indic philosophy, purusha is the doer, the spirit, a conscious being; and prakriti is material nature. But she uses the term here to mean someone useless around the house. In the sestet the man ponders, and then arrives at his own reconciliation as the couplet shows. The sonnet, with a lighter tone, is set in anapaest metre. ______________________________________________________ Sonnets | 05.07.2017 |