To Live In Lent Amidst Plenty

O to live life of a modest man,
Plenty in place that money can,
Wanting little in a small den,
Dreaming of what no money can.
Hopes in heart, wish horses on leash,
Peace in soul, patience for God’s grace,
And prayers to lose bloated face,
That heaven-like seems modest niche.

Yet, to dream of such Spartan ease,
I aught ere cultivate content
That a rich feast looks life of lent,
And poverty begins to please.
But me mortal made with earth’s soil,
A paradise aught me ere spoil.
- Sonnets | 01.08.07 |

by Aniruddha Pathak

Comments (4)

The unseen! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Oh to love so, be so loved, yet so mistaken! ...............................................Just the drop of delight human soul preserve for the new comers to land inside fire!
A great inspirational poem which is stunning too. Thanks for sharing it here.
What a force browning inspires through this verse!