FAITH, NATURE & INSPIRATIONAL

TEMPERANCE: a sonnet

TEMPERANCE: a sonnet

Shall I stoop, too, because you have done so,
Hitting below the belt and mouthing foul?
No, I would, in fact, let you rather know,
I shall not roar in response to your growl.

It’s easy to hit back in anger wild;
Eye for an eye is, but, too barbaric.
Why not answer the harsh by gestures mild?
Why not meet cacophony with lyric?

A bark cannot a caravan withhold.
A thorn cannot cause a rose to wither.
The meek shall inherit the earth, not bold.
A smile, rather than a frown is better.

God, impart me a bit of your fragrance.
May I follow the path of temperance.


M C Gupta
17 January 2006