A Shilling Per Sonnet by Manasvini Ranganathan
In life it was pen not people who were moved
In despair the ink painted erotic, sensational scenes
Censored for vulgarity and with tarnished calibre
Twas a regression from mediocre to irrelevant
Made a fleeting dime in return for literary prostitution
Left behind was just a ghost of the writer.
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Manasvini Ranganathan is a law graduate from India who loves reading and learning languages. https://mysticfromindia.blogspot.com
