Tuesday 20 December 2016

SONNET XXVI

   In thy wishes,good friends for comrade's sake,
Forget not in all to wish me good health even
As thou,upon this day of my birth,recollect
To consign me to the fair hands of long life and rich prospect;
Or hath it not for the umpteenth time with sure stake
Said health is wealth? Its qualities are not hidden:
As gentle rains from heaven generously drop
      On the chapped lips of a thirsty earth to crop
      A lushly green vegetation,so does its enjoyer
Attain full blossom and count himself a bold slayer
Of life's numerous challenges. Twice blessed
Is he that is rich in good health;
And amidst patchwork of desires-material,longevity and those dressed
       In garment of Time-all craves to bask in sublime health.