SONNET 403
By JH Sayyar
We all roam aimlessly in the sky,
None knows where to go in the air,
Is torn into pieces by the air no cry,
As our beings are torn by no care!
Earning and spending day and night,
Ignoring Last Day pray for life long,
We aimlessly walk, aimlessly fight,
In gloom; fighting sing a death gong,
O Lady join me to find out an aim!
Our age is short but no end of life!!
Living forever here none can claim,
We spend days in making wit strife,
We have wasted thousands of days!
Forget an aim making others’ praise
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