A Tapestry of Colours: A Sonnet by Manatita
Rain clouds are descending,
Like a multitude of sentient beings.
Struggles rise from the embryo;
Sometimes taper with passing age.
All around is wonder;
Yet my heart is paved with sorrow.
Nature offers solace on solemn days.
Hope pushes me,
In search of an unfathomable tomorrow.
I rise and sleep, and sleep and rise…
Still no beacons; no virgin dawns.
Beneath this murky veil, my flame burns brightly;
Unknowingly, I pursue routinely, my own desires.
-Manatita, (Bard of Solace), 12th October, 2014, © Copyrighted