SONNET 465
By JH Sayyar
People want to trace faults I gaze
Neglect his foibles, a cunning art
Degrading men just ladies’ praise
A bad habit to find a hidden wart
Finding faults; robbing pleasure
As canker lives in beauty’s being
Rain falls to kill canker no measure
To enhance pleasure we; deceiving
O Lady! Let us sit in lone tonight
We mend our faults trace in wights
All bad habit like monkey delight
We adopt all anon habits of kites
Faults in others; same in my soul
How can I sing for God! A Carole
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