Thou art to soul as sleep is to my strife,
The cheeks look when no more rosy nor full,
Lips no more red, knees busy nor supple,
The flesh when falters, wrinkles be when rife,
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Such a well penned sonnet, Aniruddha....10+++++
Thank you Bernard. It is encouraging to find a reader who has liked my poem. Thanks indeed.