ROSEATE SONNET


THE EGOIST IN LOVE..


He was an egoist,
A male chauvinist,
Kept the world on the tip of his shoes,
Did only what he did choose.


His actions caused deep bruises,
His deeds were like abuses,
Till he met her, fresh and soothing as the pearly dews,
But his love she did refuse.


Showing him his truth and the dirty baggage that he did carry,
Only if he got rid of it, would she accept his love and marry.


Rose he from the debris, that was a part of him then,
Out of the murk hiding within, with a slate clean?
Steps new and happy he took,
Entering the world with a heart full of love and a new outlook. 


©Madhumita