Thursday, January 18, 2018

We can know the secret truth nature late or soon



SONNET  487
We can know the secret truth nature late or soon
All know nature laws are fixed since the first day
To know God’s all secret, wisdom is the best boon
What we sow, O Rose, surely we all has to pay
Yea! I can tell you anon when the sun will rise
I cannot tell you where the flower-bee will grind
And my poetic bird can survey the whole skies
Wisdom can survey space but not woman’s mind
I can write nothing about cute woman’s thinking
What will she do tomorrow? Lies secret points
In searching my Lady’s heart fails my poetic wing
Searching women’s heart shakes my all body joints

Gifts may make women’s heart dishonest in any age
Do not trust in whore love has an aged Guru sage