Gods churned the oceans of wisdom <br />Venom to get, get nectar of life, <br />Man churning life’s venomous strife <br />Oft gets crown of thorn with kingdom. <br /> <br />He never asks fowls calling shrill, <br />If or when would the sun arise, <br />The sun shall— to a scorching noon, <br />To fall to depths till midnight’s moon, <br />To rise again till dark night dies, <br />The new dawn when as ever dawns, <br />Again to die that no one mourns; <br />For, what might happen happens still. <br /> <br />Everything that comes to be dies, <br />The sun must set if it should rise. <br />_________________________________________ <br />Not a traditional sonnet this, but a sonnet still. <br />__________________________________________________ <br /> - Sonnets | 08.04.11 |<br /><br />Aniruddha Pathak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whatso-might-happen-happens-still/
