The sonnet, an elusive beast

The sonnet, an elusive beast

The sonnet remains an elusive beast
Someday I will go a' hunting
Bring it home for the feast
But the prospect is daunting

The quatrains will come someday
Iambic pentameters fall in place
It will make sense in many ways
Memory of my struggles, erase

But till then rhyme must suffice
My turbulent emotions,describe
To wrap in lines , somewhat nice
Some meaning, wisdom,imbibe

But even with the sonnet won,no more wait,
Will the quest, thirst ever abate?

--shubha