SONNET ON CUPID
Oh! illusion of all illusions
Art thou incarnated as Cupid?
Depicted ye with wings
And hath armed with love-shaft
Entwines ye many hearts of innocence
And warms thyself in their perdu passion
Thou drowns many hearts of sanctity love
Into your fathomless Lethe
And creates many insane encomiast
To eulogize thy illusion deeds
As Apollo transformed Clytie to sunflower
Thou endears innocent hearts bend towards you
Cadeceus, I pray unto thee, resurrect true-hearts
Whom the nebulous, fiend Cupid has entombed.
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N.MOHANARANGAM
N. Mohanarangam, born on 25 September 1973 in Chennai, Tamil Nadu, India, is an Indian poet whose work is distinguished by its engagement with the classical traditions of English poetry, particularly the sonnet. His poetry brings together Renaissance diction, Shakespearean linguistic influences, classical mythology, romantic sensibility, and vivid natural imagery, creating a distinctive voice that bridges the literary past and the contemporary world.
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