Hearing Thy Cravings For My Spirit,
Felt The Vibrance Of The Connaught
My Southern Years Couldn’t Denote
Smell Of That Lodhi Garden’s Merit.
Patriotism Saluted The Red, I Inherit,
Touched By What The Jantar Connote
On King’s Way, Mind Walked Remote
Eyed The Glory, Like A Hunting Ferret.
Felt The Vibrance Of The Connaught
My Southern Years Couldn’t Denote
Smell Of That Lodhi Garden’s Merit.
Patriotism Saluted The Red, I Inherit,
Touched By What The Jantar Connote
On King’s Way, Mind Walked Remote
Eyed The Glory, Like A Hunting Ferret.
Frozen Mornings At The Country Gate
Marketed By The Old Moonlit Square
Tasted The Chaats, Prickling The Buds
Oh! The Luminous Nights, Here I Await
For White Lotus Who Prays To The Choir,
Forest Of Peace, Where Nostalgia Floods.
Marketed By The Old Moonlit Square
Tasted The Chaats, Prickling The Buds
Oh! The Luminous Nights, Here I Await
For White Lotus Who Prays To The Choir,
Forest Of Peace, Where Nostalgia Floods.
This sonnet set in Petrarchan rhyme scheme (ABBA ABBA CDECDE) is in response to Writer's Bloc "Nostalgia" (http://littleblackbookdelhi.com/2013/05/16350/writers-bloc-with-lbbd-and-random-house-india)
