Sorrow
Whomsoever my sorrow i told,
He moaned and told his hundred
And one.
Wherever i turned my eye
Rarely met one whose sight
Made me cheerful so distracted
Are they all by objects of world's
Flattery whose morsel
Is sweet,
Taste manifest but fire hidden.
poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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