SONNET 126
By JH Sayyar
Like time, swiftly your age is fleeing,
Issueless you are but I will your name,
Make alive forever my mortal being!
Shines like stars in the sky your fame.
My verses will tell when we are gone,
Ah all are born to die; early and soon,
Alas! Why on earth all foolish moan,
Better we mend self before final ruin.
Have pity O God the cruel hell cries,
I am coming to you with my all sins,
My life is full of sins I do memorize,
Tell me who can your blessing wins!
A long life concept here; hearts grind
Death follows all of us, peep behind.
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