SONNET 194
By JH Sayyar
Day and night miss you my thought,
As the travelers miss shadows in desert,
Each day for me a new worry brought,
My delicate wishes on the earth to hurt
My drooping lids heavy with day toil,
My body sleeps; my tired mind awakes,
Looks into the stars; my fate awhile,
Weeping on the luck; unlucky shakes
I do it just to boost up your poor luck,
I see your luck star going Retrograde,
I with my pen want; your woes to suck,
I love you more than your pretty hate.
Woes come to teach; glee comes to ruin,
A woman makes life pretty, now I croon.
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