SONNET 143
By JH Sayyar
When I see in the mirror of past,
See blunders shining like stars,
No way to mend; thinking aghast,
Lying at my feet as dead in wars
Past lost, follow not it till death,
If no past future seems to be dark,
Go with us when flies our breath,
When sensibility-fuse, soul spark
Peep behind the past tells more!
Your all blunders, errors and laps,
How many we mend or ignore!
If we do our ego tombs collapse
Have trust in self the root of universe,
I write the secret for wise in my verse.
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