This sonnet is written for a friend, who has committed a sin and she blamed herself for it. But when she decided to harm herself physically out of grieve, I wrote this poem, reminding her that self-harm will bring her no good. Also, she has no right to torture herself than she can bear; justice and right punishment is in the hands of God.
Sonnet 1
To thee, subject of my lines
Cruelty of this mortal span.
Depress not, mistress mine
Give in not, I know thy can.
Temptation upon one unaffected
To another, strikes as an anguish storm.
Mortal beings, one flaw must detected
Though there they lien, rules and norms.
But how the justice to be done
And falls upon which human's arm?
Imbalanced be balanced, duty done by one
But never rightly done, by self-harm.
The Maker hath the fairest judgement.
Till then, do excuse self-torment.
Composer : Naw Rachel Ko Ko Maung
Dedicated to : My Watson
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PoetryThese are the sonnets born from my life. The words that bear my dreams, my pains, my passions and my emotions. To William Shakespeare, the greatest poet ever. 》》Awards Winning Book《《
