SONNET 571
By JH Sayyar
Neither pain releases nor find MedOn earth with broken heart I roam
All day and night blood tears I shed
I find no peace in mosque and home
Three power ghosts live in our veins
Unseen, psyche, energy and our soul
Their power enmity increases pains!
When soul denies we lose our goal!!
Ah foolish find peace in rise and fall
Of belle’s body but a self deception!
Anon Ill disposed soul makes brawl;
At the same time turns mind action;
O Lady! Purify soul by good deeds
In spring flowers bloom in meads!
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