Poem 5

 

                            A Forever Defeat

 

           Defeat, my defeat

           The unethical desire I submerged to

           For which I longed to

           Hath come to an end

           And nothing remains which mend.

 

           Defeat, my defeat

           I vanquished with all expectation

           And lasted me no sensation

           This life too came to an end

           I’ll deny now anything that mend.

 

           Defeat, my defeat

           This sunshine proved today

           Thou art false

           Mine wert too insane.

           Today, the Jacob is me

           Only proved a forever draft.  

                                                -  IshikaJain

Key terms:

hath- has

art- are

wert- were

vanquished- destroyed

thou- you

draft- something remains unfulfilled

longed- waited.

* This poem literally consists of two quintains (five-line stanza) and a sestet (six-line stanza).