SONNET 41
By JH
Sayyar
Lucks; written on the pages of stars
A few know Lingo of the Book of Life.
The foolish are crushed by fatal wars,
Why our God likes blood still is a rife.
Men act according to heavenly motions,
No wisdom job the stars shape the trends,
All human wits fail, work not emotions,
All foolish blame luck for the evil friends.
What to award decides the sidereal time
Name, Fame and Wealth or all together,
None knows the decision of sidereal rime,
As sea men know the secret of weather
All human wits fail when men fall in ruin,
The foolish call it written in their fortune.
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