Alankar (Decor) -12

Planning Of A Housewife (Sonnets-shakespearen and petrarchan style alternately) Shakespearean sonnet- made up of 3 quatrains and ending in a rhymed couplet. metric, written in iambic pentameter. rhyme scheme is abab cdcd efef gg. The defining features of the Italian or Petrarchan Sonnets are: a single quatorzain made up of an octave followed by a sestet. metered, iambic pentameter.The octave made up of envelope quatrains rhymed abba abba is followed by a sestet made up of 2 tercets with a choice of envelope, chained or alternate rhyme. cdccdc or cdecde or cdcdcd. 1 I plan this way that way, no way it works Jumbled my chores a waste confuse undone Rushing it starts a day berserk just quirks No day perfect as wished nothing well done I am worried for I am not perfect So new I plan with sense a time-table Expenditure, work time well schemed just right Refreshed my life revised I feel able Abiding by my own rules I am brisk Running with the clock restless well all done But then..restless running now stirs to frisk Fatigued I feel so much senseless my run So I rest, I muse whymy plans just break I learn, need rest then and then to betake 2 But all is not well always as we think Just guess who can impair my brainy plan In pour and pour next and next kinship clan I can't but I should so I smile and blink Chopping, cooking, serving, cleaning fine link Chatting eating taking more time with clan Fatigued I feel again is wrongmy plan So I rethink, rethink why I so sink I rest, I muse whymy plans go so wrong Learn I should part with and spare time for guest As such I muse revise my new day-song So that I spend and rest and spend my best In peace and joy at ease all well so strong Then my days each go smooth in bliss best blest 3 But all is not well always as we like Just guess what goes wrong against my wishing Fate, my folks one by onefall sick alike Sick home in need of my caring helping You should ask not about the maid servant Hopeless creatures pretend to work cheating Helpless me yet have her as assistant Needy standby in time of call waiting Viral febrile season infests hell-like I know I should take care well attending And me caution myself of sick alike Calpol, crocin, all pills me depending But then..timeless running now stirs to frisk My fate, I rest, reset, replan more brisk 4 But all is not well always as we hope Just guess what snubs all my wishful efforts Fate, wishers throng in to preach like experts Busy, busy with tea me just aslope Bidding bye then giddy me fall down grope Only lucky persons are blest experts Why then my sprained legs fail all my efforts Bed rest makes me muse to replan with hope But then..God's wish reminds me of something Journeys, perhaps sacred are not counted Every plan each missing my traveling Relaxed my mind musing bed arrested Well me with heart refreshed revise planning Rest and guest and sick and travels counted