BARTERING WISDOM: a sonnet

BARTERING WISDOM: a sonnet


Some march ahead where angels fear to tread.
Some tilt at wind mills Don Quixotic style.
Some in sincerity rumours do spread.
Some needlessly, to others, are hostile.

Some jot a few words randomly and claim,
That they write just wonderful poetry,
Though while writing each verse they rather maim
It of rhyme, rhythm and flow, so necessary.


The heights can’t be measured by those who’re low,
As depths can’t be measured by those at shore.
God’s grace alone can such wisdom bestow
Which makes us think others too maybe pure.

Lord, grant me this, I pray at your altar:
For knowledge, I may not wisdom barter.



M C Gupta
15 March 2009