SONNET OF REMORSEFUL
Hear me, blonde tressed bonnie-lassie!
Kill me not by thine raunchy eyes.
Never could ye imprison me
By thy voluptuous coax
Thou can't get blood out of a stone
Akin to it, tranquility from my heart
I'll never get drowned to your fathomless sea of love
As I fell in love with nature
Rose, indeed, art thou be depicted by bards
Lacks they, to ponder spine thee beneath it
Trust I on a hissing snake
Than an enticing Circe
Virile juvenile may thou admire
Realize they not in thy love quagmire.
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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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