SONNET 201
By JH Sayyar
Before the doctor maladies speak,
Use me for fever, cough and pox,
Experts do not the medicines seek,
As the thieves save self at the rocks
I know the remedy of every disease,
But I can’t give its doze for everyone,
My herbs demand how days increase,
I am not a doctor I don’t know its fun.
I am the doctor of love my first patient,
Was my pretty love first I cured her,
With my sweet tongue was sufficient,
Now is my fame; she calls me a liar.
I am love disease expert; can you tell,
Why a fair gets disease; her ill or well.
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