SONNET 419
By JH Sayyar
My Rose! Your love thoughts freeze;
False hopes deceive in various shapes
Reality: a dark dream! Day’s agonies,
Dream are more attractive like grapes,
Our day’s struggle in perusing hopes
We spend lives making future dreams,
Our days spin like spindle, on its ropes,
Human mission: sex and money, seems
O Rose! Let us spread positive wills,
Let us wash hearts with deeds in lone
One day we will leave for grave hills,
Where worms will eat flesh and bone
Minutes’ mixture is our pretty being!
Let us think O Lady, our age is fleeing
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