Pleasure /Sonnet/Anaphora


Lets go and throw pebbles in still,still waters

Lets call on ma-pa & throw our arms around

Lets go to the fields & fill them with laughter

Lets grow ourselves big, in a love that’s new found

Every sunrise & sunset is uniquely born

We do things as only we do

Whether climbing mountains or eating cob if corn

We only need to ask if we made that moment true

A seed that burst forth out the soil

Or a bird bird that learnt to chirp n fly

Are a sight to behold in any turmoil

To bring deep pleasure to a selfish ‘I’


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