Monday, October 05, 2009

Sonnet to Sisyphus

She headed; enchanted and afraid,
into the jungle
full of wild flowers,
thick trees and unknown beasts.
She ran in the wild,
plucked ripe berries,
smelt vibrant flowers and
drank from cool streams.
She chased a lovely butterfly,
fearless and free
into the jungle deep;
And fell in a bottomless mire
where she struggled; then resigned
and was never again seen.


ankit said...

Wild flowers,
Ripe berries,
Lovely butterfly......

If you thinking the way I am.....which I think is not possible....These 3 refer t one entity/person....

Nonetheless lovely work !!!

Vipul Goyal said...
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Vipul Goyal said...

@ankit Count vibrant flowers and cool streams in as well... if you are thinking the way I am.

TinTin said...

lovely work...