A Rosette Sonnet Poem by Adnan Shafi
A Rosette Sonnet
Shirk what beauty gives
Look what is left now
Sometimes wrath in head
Sometimes bliss on face
This is the river of blood
Often it has a rubicund blush
Here is no hegira from the lure
Shirk about being within
The greater the misery,
The greater the dread
Red tint of blood
Often hatches fear to
Sabotage utterly the
Echelon of our existence.
©Adi Adnan
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