Understandings of War

Understandings of War sonnet poems

The world’s a puzzle of inconvenience
The members who inhabit it are worse than fallen angels
Ghoulishness, fears, abhorrence are their manifest examples
And for them there’s palpably nothing like repentance
Rare, are the souls who proliferate forbearance
As malicious hearts, too, get emotional
Their vexed souls, plain and fluid, stop being functional,
When they learn the sympathetic origins of their existence.
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The threads of destiny and mystery
Are enough for a host of enemies
Who conceal withing the devil’s tapestry
Knowing the logic of their futile vanities.
The conclusion of this puzzle is an evident victory:
Over their spells, anger and maladies.

(PETRARCHAN SONNET)

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Welcome to HoP @aro-khan and what an absolutely delightful composition for your debut, we hope to read much more from you.

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