SONNET 279
By JH Sayyar
Fools are making systems for human being
Knowing not the nature of human nature,
All the systems fail here O God I am seeing,
All systems bring on earth human disgrace,
Ask any architecture to make a pretty home,
he asks for what purpose the house is made,
House, villa, village or well or the tomb,
According to the dwellers’ its base be laid,
The battle of wit carries on in every street,
It kills human ego: for human eyes unseen,
Wit’s dim victory over passions but retreat
Badly in the battle of wit: I passions greet,
Wit deceives men: passions rule actions,
In all deeds of men: their will-reflections
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