SONNET 200
By JH Sayyar
I get knowledge; not from the books,
I do not read in my precious times,
But in leisure I study your cute looks,
And note all my love's youth crimes.
As a sage tells someone’s future years,
And as more wealth, fame and name
I your humble servant can read fears
Of your love to put into the verse frame
A woman’s eyes, lips and rosy cheeks,
Complex books to study but I do read,
Find greed, my mind window creaks,
Conclude doubts, doubt doubts breed.
My Fair’s eyes compel me to write,
As Jesus awarded the blind lost sight
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