A tribute to the literary maestro named “William Shakespeare” through a sonnet (poem of 14 lines) myself but in his style remarking upon the false and faulty notions of mankind’s pride.
Why shall thou proud !
Why shall thou proud, life’s subject to extinction.
As I tread on camel’s ride (sand) along the gannet’s bath (sea),
My footsteps feel the decorum of sand as a sarcasm to them.
What’s real as our identity’s a myth.
When I touch the seashore after a pause of instability,
The whale’s way (sea) sways away my image to nothingness,
For which myself experiences pride – fake and futile.
Lacks a day (sorrow) my bosom as the truth strikes furiously and stimulates too,
To pursue the masses along the lines of protection,
From unreal demotion to fervour (passion) in frame (self).
Endless steps endeavour to capture their picture,
Which suffer laceration by invisible stroke of unseen time.
Eternal are the hot yellow sards (gems referring to sand) beneath the hot yellow sun,
Which illuse thou to individuality, so why shall thou proud !