301. What I call you, friend or foe?

SONNET 301

By JH Sayyar
What I call you, friend or foe?
All around  me, woes and sighs,
Luck wears rages: top to toe,
Hiding self in hues in a row,
Sees to the sky: the stars away,
Hang over the me red and white,
Roaming clouds in the sky way:
Pouring rain in the dark night,
I feel my being a useless weed,
Hue less flowers, blooming there
Just for beauty; the farmers feed,
To display labor, the farmers care.

Your soft anger sits on the nose,
As canker lives in a gentle rose