SONNET 280
By JH Sayyar
Kids play with toys on the floor,
Mothers educating kids with toys,
Kids break beating against the door,
Breaking kids’ toys the end of joys
Death ends our toys: all brothers,
One by one broken before eyes
I like the toys sisters and fathers,
No glee I see just sobs and cries.
In the hands of nature: toys we all,
Remote control toys: key not in hand,
We do what is said by remoter call,
Written in codes we not understand.
Death destroys all toys new and old,
Pretty soul is taken back: pure gold
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