SONNET 139
By JH Sayyar
O Fate, weep not good days coming,
Flying around you like a tamed pigeon,
Weeping eyes pointing me something,
I see all dancing in my hellish vision.
Your memory encourages in sullen days,
Overwhelming love looks your cute f ace,
O Lady my poor heart for you; prays,
Making you immortal being to efface
The world cruel more I'm gentleman,
Forgive soon all making to me wrong,
Therefore my jealous foes are my fan,
After me; sing a heart-warming song
Woes behind love; teaches one lesson
None can write in lines woe-expression
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