In the name of Love, the passion which governs
All things human and natural too
I rise everyday to find how the glorious sun
Brings beauty of morning for all to view,
I think of that Love which binds man
All over the world, from East to West
I think of that World which we possibly can
By our Love, make wonderous and truly blessed,
If poetry is the cause, Rose I think as effect
For its beauty I hold and its wonder my words reflect,
Rarely have I passed a day when I did not write
Over and again I keep on writing on
So many things which give away light
Ethereal or earthly as they, in my words get born.
(* it is a roseate sonnet, as invented by Ampat Koshy and later practised and perfected by many. Many variants of this sonnet form have been created. This one is , however, as per the original form, i.e; two quatrains followed by a couplet then again a quatrain.)
