First Stone To The Sinful Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Character has depth, width nor yet length,
Nor yet lurks a few inches from waist,
Sexual mores cause on heart heady heist,
Only but height renders moral strength.
It can't be confined to continence,
Nor yet when life is lived, loveless bare,
Our sages and seers, most, married were—
And cared for no total abstinence,
Some sought love transcending their marriage.
By nature man has been error-prone,
And has from flaws and faults higher grown,
History still spares seers a pink page.
He that hath not in sin grown his bone,
Let him to sinful aim the first stone.
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Thoughts on Christmas Eve, an odd piece of sonnet set in anapaest meter.
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Sonnets | 07.01.2018 |