SONNET 144
By JH Sayyar
If you want to live for a hundred year,
To enjoy just eighteen thousand days,
Half you spend sleeping half with tear,
Half in flattery, half in others’ praise
Ah! We are fools, call self wise men,
What this, nothing, your thinking fault,
You think beyond heaven, fall in den.
Where none to save you; none to halt
Think home quarrels occur in youth,
A woman’s lapse or man’s rash nature,
When foolish hangs on the neck smooth,
It is just unholy your thinking signature
What is a woman, a surging life force
Its secret codes hidden in intercourse!
If you want to live for a hundred year,
To enjoy just eighteen thousand days,
Half you spend sleeping half with tear,
Half in flattery, half in others’ praise
Ah! We are fools, call self wise men,
What this, nothing, your thinking fault,
You think beyond heaven, fall in den.
Where none to save you; none to halt
Think home quarrels occur in youth,
A woman’s lapse or man’s rash nature,
When foolish hangs on the neck smooth,
It is just unholy your thinking signature
What is a woman, a surging life force
Its secret codes hidden in intercourse!
0 Comments