by Dr M C Gupta
Why I don't send greetings. A sonnet where each line starts with the end word of the last
|NEW YEAR WISH
My friend, I do not feel like wishing you,
You, who are so sensible and seasoned.
Seasoned men don’t care for a wish untrue,
Untrue is what so dislike the reasoned.
Reasoned men do never express a wish,
Wish that just cannot ever come about:
About catching in tsunami a fish.
Fish in troubled waters is rare no doubt!
Doubt is writ large in our own mind when we,
We of the wise and educated kind,
Kind of offer wishes as in a spree,
Spree born of a rather unthinking mind.
Mind you that it is but for reason this,
This friend does not send happy New Year wish.
• Written in a manner that the first word of each line is the same as the last of the preceding line.
* Featured as Editor's Choice in Poetry Newsletters dated 31 December 2009 and 28 November 2012 and also in the Authors Newsletter dated 6 January, 2016.
M C Gupta
4 Jan 2005