POESY : LOVELY LINES--A DUAL SONNET, SON ET LUMIERE

LOVELY LINES--A DUAL SONNET, SON ET LUMIERE

In famished state 

There's a spate. 

Better, best 

When so late. 

That's the way

To keep a date.

This I thought 

At any rate

Is worth the wait,

Is worth the wait,

Amnesia though

Could lay its bait

And fill the gap

With some other mate.

There was a bowler in England 

Called Maurice Tate.

He swung both ways 

And sealed the fate

Of batsmen beguiled

By his swingers late.

I thought perchance 

Am a discarded crate

Of fruits once ripe

Now so rotten you hate,

To be shown the door 

Or thrown through gate

Into the pit below

In expectant wait.

Composed by Sugata Bose