February 26, 2018

PROFESSOR ABRAHAM SONNETS'DIARY.SONNET-105

Each gauchy cloud cleared in its time,yet for a greater sail supplanted when the clarity is beamed aforth,And nothing i repeat nothing ever changes providence like time,time and patience my greatest warlords,Will thy image not my heavy eyelids battering rams of burden not feel me in?In hope that we might scale distant hills not aversed when even home far away from the forest is safer either,and all entreaties for halcyon days faraway from the marauders'nest fall on deaf ears and hazy feet not derided and ashamed to prowl the misty but forlorn roads,For like thee the watchman watches not,i whilst thou dost repel elsewhere scatterbrains too numb still and be it faraway and nigh all sapiens by etiquette and semblance immutable,To play nightwatchman gladiators,clumped in misty cloud intoto stampede,Yet distant land's silvermoon greedily and vacuously,they in vile fret in vain as if wishes were horses,that beggars might ride.

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