113. Mission less men like a tossing bark,

SONNET 113

By JH Sayyar
Mission less men like a tossing bark,
Driven by wayward waves to and fro,
As a missing child weeps in a park,
Or a cause less anger on a maiden’s brow
In search of food, birds leave the next,
Who serve the little ones is no notion
Days for labor and nights for the rest,
Life glee makes who take day potion.
Life is given once for earthly pleasures,
Wise always make the destination better,
Foolish spend time in useless measures,
No blessings on earth for the sin patter.

O Man! Do not waste life in idle pursuits,
As idiots want kids from mandrake roots