SONNET 229
By JH Sayyar
Death! Seek not any other fickle way
To make me a stone; but death claws
Will catch you, soul will take away,
From earth to heaven to purify flaws,
Finding there a new life after decay,
Live there among the Huris with ease,
Joys dwell there no grief, no joy-pay,
In Eden: your pleasures will increase,
No hate, just love, no pain, no gain,
Wining and dining and no day’s end,
All real there, nothing will be feign,
God’s blessings, changes your trend
The mistress’s kiss leads men to hell,
No worry; the book is here all is well
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