Whether one writes an epic,
Or, dons the hat of a poet.
The only measuring stick,
Will be its literary bit.
If, I were a genius,
Like Einstein.
I would show my prowess,
In a single line.
Thank my parents,
For bringing me here.
Thank my stars,
For being still there.
But, I still do not courage to dare,
Why, E is equal to MC square.
(In my Facebook, there is a note Scribd is Looking for the Next Great American Author! There was a query, "Is there a length requirement for the work?" I thought I will respond and ended up writing this sonnet.)
