The moon changes its face every black night
Seasons shift, whispering some old wise words;
I spot the changes in me without fight
Let go people and things just like free birds.
Music is the only thing I hold on
Like a forlorn person who owns nothing
A melody for each night and season
Lost memories rekindle as I sing.
Being a slave to the music gives me hope
I feel alive despite losing a lot;
Like letters stacked inside an envelope
Music makes me feel secure about my thoughts.
I can feel all the people I have loved
In the rhythm of songs, I have savored.
© Purba Chakraborty
21.04.2018
Note: This is an English sonnet also known as Shakespearean sonnet. It is a poem consisting of 14 lines (3 quatrains and 1 couplet). Each line consists of 10 syllables. The rhyme pattern is abab cdcd efef gg.
It's not easy to write a sonnet, I know because I have tried. Great job. Shakespeare would be proud.
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ReplyDelete...and you have captured a Shakespearean mood in yours, Purba! YAM xx
Mesmerizing imagery of moonlight and music. Enjoyed reading it.
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Wow! it's sonnet!very nice. And the poem is amazing.
ReplyDeleteI too am a slave to music my dear, thus your sonnet is extremely relatable♥️
ReplyDeleteThe feelings and the change so well connected with music, moon, and changing seasons. Music indeed helps relives a lot! Beautiful Purba!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful imagery Purba! "Lost memories rekindle as I sing". So moving!
ReplyDeleteSonnets are a form I find among the most difficult to write but wonderful to read. I loved the idea of the shifting seasons whispering some old wise words.Well done!
ReplyDeleteI totally get it! Music rekindles our souls and jogs the memories of our hearts like none other!
ReplyDeleteYet another amazing expression from you, Purba and the one which has some challenging rules. Awe-inspiring!
ReplyDeleteAh! Tell me about it. I am a slave to music myself. Can't agree more with you Purba. This was wonderful.
ReplyDeleteNice & Inspiring poem
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