SONNET 178
By JH Sayyar
I am your Prince, you my Queen;
Of my wish sitting on the throne,
Of my brooding soul, always lean
On fickle love since you are born.
My Queen rules behind the curtain,
As smell proves self living unseen,
All unseen drive here, I am certain,
Wise know it well, not the green!
All visible weak, invisible strong,
Look at the power of ghosts and airs,
If you think about it am not at wrong,
Unseen control earthly atmospheres
Unseen control souls, wish and will,
As gem birth in the conchs; a tiny sill
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