SONNET 155
By JH Sayyar
If you ponder on God is; just a word,
What is a word? The reflection of God,
Words cleft light from darkness I heard,
All branches of peas spring from a pod,
Words award fame, the tongue shame,
Visions in words; the frame of thought,
Vision first than words; a secret of fame,
How vision works in mind I surely got.
Each word strikes our brain’s tiny cells,
Sweet words; full of charms, not fake
The pendulum of wave; creative hells
Of wondrous diseases we all do take
No disease here but our negative perk,
Breaks soul rhythm with a mighty jerk.
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