On it like a sonnet..

I wrote this in response to a friends Facebook status update, but I think it's kinda fun, so I'm posting it here too.


For this poetic form, it knows no bounds,
when put to use to reach your soul.
It can chase the moment like the hounds
with these words smelt for the goal.

When you do first grab the pen
and scribble this rhyme to advocate,
whether to describe a goose or a wren,
you'll comprehend at any rate.

In it's very simple scheme
of sing song and harmony,
the very best do but glean
how this art gives bountifully.

If you always remember the sonnet,
you cannot help but to always be on it.

It's been a whirlwind couple of weeks since I arrived in the north of India.  I've been spending time assimilating what it means to be in a developing country... one with more than a billion people.  I've learned that a fast growing population and an even faster growing wealth disparity, along with an social support system and infrastructure that is struggling to keep up leaves a lot of cracks to fall through. The community, it seems, is aware of the cracks and is trying to fill them, but there are also those who are trying to fill their own pockets under the guise of filling in cracks. Reminds me of home. More soon.