Sonnet of the lost

 

So, it’s been years since I put pen to paper, 

Why am I so inspired today?

Is it you? Or, him? Them? Or, her?

Whatever it is, I’m sure the reader has to pay-

The price of reading an amateur’s words,

Long out of touch and slithering away,

Living and re-living reality’s curse, 

Yesterday, the day before, and very much astray. 

“Do you think this is going to be good?”

Asked she, unconfident, underwhelmed – 

By her efforts, errors, for so long under the hood 

Of her follies, her words and thoughts stand maimed. 

But, must she write again? After this long? No, it can’t be!

It can, wait it can, as the words come free. 

 

-       Dolashree K Mysoor