SONNET 135
By JH Sayyar
All things move in circle none out of it,
The circle can’t be seen by naked eyes,
Only the Muse sees direct from the pit,
If you break the circle is your demise
Man is encircled by a magnetic field,
All call it Aura I call it God’s decree,
If some control as the fingers shield,
Can control the world with no worry
Those who reject God’s unseen powers,
Reject God; forget ways to right path,
Fall in hell like all Troy’s lofty towers,
People say luck I call it God’s wrath.
Trust in unseen power the system tool
Wise men accept it but reject the fool
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