SONNET 400
By JH Sayyar
One day I see three pretty shadows
Childhood, youth, old age in robs
Childhood in white, youth in rose,
Old age weeping with bitter sobs,
I try to recognize the shadows fail
To know them but fail eyes’ sight,
When I gaze and I all of them hail,
In the name of time flies like a kite,
First my Lady’s youth ghost gone,
Like devil wears a dress of youth
Takes a crown on head with moan,
Hate and love leave heart with ruth,
Ah! Time changes youth into old age
Soul has no gender tells us the sage!
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