(A sonnet in syllables)

 

Red lips, kohled eyes, bounce in her steps
A glance that zipped and zoomed with zest
For everyone she was the best
Moreover when she wore her specs
She seemed like one who loved the depths!
She figured figures in a test
Her math to her was like a fest
And all equations seemed like sex!

And funnily she fell in love
With someone who loved rhymes with words
Of fallen petals he’d brood and write
Of brutal lives, the way brutes shove!
She then began her love for words
And he with numbers. All was right!

 

 

Arvind Passey
12 July 2012