Sonnet: Poetry And Myself

Poesy served to poise my shattered heart, That bled from earthly ‘missiles’ of turmoil; And helped me upgrade my literary art, As I began burning the midnight-oil. The pearl I found in sea of my troubles! Perhaps, it was by serendipity; Pricey for me turned on the tables; What a priceless, lucky discovery! Like a plumb-line, I plunged into the sea, And learned to swim ’midst the tall waves and tides; The ‘pearl of joy’ was mine eternally! I guarded it night and day, me besides O Pearl of the deep seas, my Poesy! Thou art no myth but a reality.