To Self Quarantine - A Sonnet in Shakespearean style by Joji Varghese Kuncheria published at Amazon.

                                                     

                                                   Sonnet - 2


Joji Varghese Kuncheria

 

 To Self Quarantine

 Shakespearean Sonnet

 

The whole world is well within my palm's reach,

All the time I so longed for is at hand,

Though I'm retired and unable to teach,

Though I'm free, I choose to be quarantined.

 

I have fellowship now with my Master,

Day in and day out as best as I can,

Time to meditate on my creator,

Ample time with my family to plan.

 

Rejuvenated — spirit and body,

Things are better more than ever for me,

I am in high spirits all through the day,

Not anxious about in my late sixty.

 

Though I miss the outings I used to have,

The stroll on the beach is enough to have.


                     ~ * ~



·                                                                        Publisher: Independently published (July 4, 2020)

·                                                                        ISBN-13: 979-8663653572

                                           ASIN: B08C8RW8RS

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