169. Some want rain due to lack of food,

SONNET 169

By JH Sayyar
Some want rain due to lack of food,
I pray to God to maintain the law,
Never changes laws as our mood,
All well in my Lady, changing her flaw.
The matter-change, not so very soon,
As cute women’s will without any aim,
So the matter-change, the matter ruin,
Every two create; the third a real fame.
I see matter reflection in human being,
Matter produces riper thoughts in matter,
Work behind the curtain see not the seeing,
The more you think, the more you be better.

What is a woman’s love? I know it well,
Face beauty heaven; under the waist hell