SONNET 230
By JH Sayyar
None believes in love, on matter base,
Man: nothing but soul since creation,
With it men receives on earth grace
Men here for trial and for probation,
If I do write the beauties of universe,
I make injustice with my pretty being,
The coming generation will me curse
I know that my life spindle is fleeing,
I write for the youngest life mission,
A guiding light showing future goal,
To understand my words’ transmission,
In all directions, North to South Pole,
You will live in heart and in my rime,
Double graves you enjoy in future time
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