My optimism lending a long rope, <br />It made me sing this rosy li’le quatrain: <br />If there be thing called letter of the law— <br />Impostor of old school nasty as naïve, <br />Man too has ‘nough spirit from which to draw <br />To keep a fair justice flowing alive. <br /> <br />But passive soon did turn my fragile hope, <br />And this sextet began to sing in vain: <br />Today there is naught but letters of law— <br />That we call jesters or impostors naïve, <br />They alone triumph singing their lone song; <br />Spirit seems bottled to mature and grow, <br />And justice, struggling to stay alive, <br />On deathbed is, and in prayers for long! <br />____________________________________________ <br />The first two lines of the two stanzas <br />correspondingly rhyme abab. The next four <br />cdcd, and the sextet rhymes efgefg— a <br />peculiar sonnet scheme. <br />____________________________________________ <br /> - Sonnets | 02.08.07 |<br /><br />Aniruddha Pathak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-letter-and-spirit-of-law/
