When I am Wan of Sparks

Sonnet by Shamik Banerjee

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When I am wan of sparks that light the mind,
Towards the Sun of olden books I go
Like Winter-hardened brooklets yearn to flow
'Neath vernal sky by fields of Tulips lined.
Those Spring-like pages with words well refined,
Upon my napping cells their sunlight throw
And help spawn one fair Tulip, make it grow,
Whose petals have my verse's hue defined;
But what if in chair days, my spark's faint gleam
Finds no aid from the slumber-burdened eyes,
A spine too ailment-frozen to be straight,
A passion-stolen heart that fails to dream?
Then how that Sun, would hear my strengthless cries
And wake the cells from mind's last latent state?

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Shamik Banerjee is a poet from India.