PROFESSOR ABRAHAM SONNETS'DIARY.SONNET-121

Behold thy sweet vision is like the bible,igniting thee still to pearl dive,beyond murky waters in yet greater sail of the ministry of action,when supplanted in the muddle bath,Unthrifty prejudice,why dost thou bevel upon thy baulky's bauble? Alupluto's betimes yearns bliss but doth restitution,And being frank in thy sweet vision,a carteblanche,And being outspoken still,it bewilders the bewitches of the bewitched and to those betided,Then bounteous freedom,why dost thy bounteous consignment ashore impugns its betoken? Why dost this bespoke but sumptious largesse not besotted but betternoir'd? Why dost thou sweet vision,with its briddlepath,freedom largely impugned?So,magnanimous,a bible of freedom,Yet canst still not cease to bewail?For having surfeit with thy gallantry,that thou of thy gallantry,thy fortitude,thy sweet vision insurance,blanched nor racketeered,then jubilant as old sleigh bells,when nature calls thee to the stardom,What fathomless blackmagic canst thou invoke and thy unused consignment ?