SONNET 244
By JH
Sayyar
O Rose my soul, come to console,
Otherwise death will take me away,
My body lying in the darkest hole,
Come! Make my dead body survey,
Compare not my lines with the pen,
For future wealth; my lines of time,
My verses evergreen; know all men,
I write in verses your night crime,
Wisdom in words as lines on face,
My thoughts puzzle common wit,
My lines add wisdom at every pace
Fool know not; wisdom in the pit.
Who is evergreen time decides it soon,
All men die but my verses out of ruin
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