SONNET 422
By JH Sayyar
I think to write for men‘s praise,
Who made wonders for God’s sake
People read histories, do not gaze,
Hearts full of rancor reading fake
They forget Allah; no good deeds
No wonder to perform for the race
Our faith in God weak, poor creeds
Alas, to lust our going forward pace,
I sing for who educated sons of Eve,
I sing for who helped in hard times,
I sing for who sold lives ;no grieve
Alas! We make for nation crimes,
Angels record deeds in the Book of Life
In between life and death: a nice strife!!
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