40. Throw stones in water, water muddy,

SONNET 40 

By JH Sayyar

Throw stones in water, water muddy,
Evil deeds make filthy Thought Oceans,
Nothing is seen useless your full study,
Pushes for your evil-composed emotions
Our nose tells the mystery of the scent,
Our ears tell sounds, tongue exposes taste,
Our eyes add charms to life permanent,
If we use no wisdom life is just waste.
Great minds like a blue crystal stream,
In which seen all in a still condition,
As Saints see through the Aster dream,
Thus their souls do fly for submission.

My Muse sees all as God from the sky,
The more we pious the easier souls fly