SONNET 179
By JH Sayyar
Read my lines carefully you will get,
Tears I have found living on this soil,
Sorrows, sufferings and a love threat,
Except these I get nothing with my toil.
My words full of wisdom, do ruminate,
Each line carries deduction of all affairs
Love is nothing, knowledge more great,
The more life ill, the more you do cares.
Don’t advise, don’t depend on the other,
Do follow your will in all matters of life,
Emotion world full of charm, you bother,
As in the cultured home a churlish wife!
Ah! All pleasures lie in working for self,
All curses are hidden in the chase of pelf
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