SONNET 173
By JH Sayyar
You love me but I neglect your being,
The faults in me; the same lies in you,
If you blame, you blame for your being,
None can see under the nose most true.
O Lady we receive faults from heaven,
To mend them we are sent on the earth,
Instead of mending we always do raven,
Forget all commands, given on the birth.
Always correct yourself, do not criticize,
If you do so, first think what do you say?
Avoid word-wasting habit if you are wise.
You know Words carry the power of pray.
Learn from your birth wisdom words’ use,
Do not use useless words may me confuse
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