PROFESSOR ABRAHAM SONNETS'DIARY.SONNET-139

But why thy nonchallance demystifies,those tender churls are golden pearls,And being freed,no ransom paid,for those willing to be paid,Indeed,the price of freedom is paid by those aparachniks,which makes men free,So oft have i inviolably burdens thee,not to opt for this ruse,When fairness in my verses speak to the obeisance of thy navel,Over this hazy lines, that hath got its perusal,And every tutelage dispatch'd aboard,not dumb bald pate disposes,Yet not proud of outcome positives,which i compel,Whose tardiness on roadless travelled is thine in the ensconce of time,Whisked into vintage time for the defence of liberty and defence of history,over its sweetest graces plow,And not for offence,when thou art gone, Shall thou be better lived with the epitaph long after thee?That 'neath as thy plaited lines inscribed:Glorious Herald and Golden Pearls,voluminous days and full of silvermoon,impactful and lived to the vertex',this backward violets oft did they slide behind these graffitis,Be thy forsaken as thy willbe