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Sonnet Sonata BSM Murty   Poems of any descriptions are essentially a play of words and meaning, with the poet’s tools of poetic devices adding to the fun. Currently I am experimenting with this old and wily game of syntaxed rhymes in the sonnet – the game that great poets like Shakespeare and Donne have played undeterred by the passage of centuries. My first batch of sonnets (1 to 16) had   shadows and echoes in them of some of the best sonnets ever written by the great masters of the form. I continue that game, now with some of my own sonnets along with a few of my new non-sonnet free verse poems written to dispel the pandemic despair of today.   21. Garden of Sonnets                             In a dream one day I found myself walking Through a garden of sonnets each like a bush Of flowers of every hue and aroma swaying Merrily in a singing wind, as the buds blush.   Treading the garden path, many statues I come across Of Wyatt and Surrey, Sidney and Spens