Kainat Calling (The Sonnet) | Visvavictor

I’ll take your leave now,
Kainat is calling –
Ain’t gonna stay amidst
your narrowness no more.
You conquered moon,
you’ll conquer mars,
yet what’s the point,
when your heart is
still beastly sore!
Break your sleep, o drowsy doofus,
Wake up to the auspicious joyville!
Where love and light are supreme law,
Wake up to that valley of joy and zeal!
Everyday is Christmas there,
Everyday is Ramadan and Juneteenth.
Stay in your archaic muck if you like,
I gotta go now, Kainat calling!