SONNET 91
By JH
Sayyar
Man’s reason fails falling in troubles,
Knowledge gives caution ponder over it,
Self-planning ends anon like bubbles,
We all wondering at our cunning wit.
Efforts go in vain stars control the fate,
Man a puppet in the hands of Nature,
Blaming it for others we do self abate,
Man a little world yea not a miniature.
Of this universe to whom does control
Our tiny reason always does get sleep,
Having no witness and nothing its role,
In our earthly life matters it does creep.
Reason not but planets shape our trends,
Therefore in thinking we are fate errands
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