SONNET 405
By JH Sayyar
Ah! My past memories
have gone,
Snatch years. wrinkles on the face,
Trenches run, fear sweat with moan
Dying desires with the lame pace!
Life spindle running fast like horse,
Remove all control; bridles unseen,
The rider unseen, eye sees remorse
Life a shadow of life, is still green,
Men trace peace, it is not in the self
In honesty: the key of eternal joys,
Fools trace eternal life glee in pelf,
Keep in mind; time breaks our toys.
I see fools more, few are discerning,
Listen friends or foe; life is burning!
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