SONNET 483
By JH Sayyar
I wasted life in the sea of cruel past
Childhood and youth flew like a drop;
Falling on the pane wisdom, Aghast!
With time, the reapers reap the crop
Life: a deceit we waste time on earth;
What we do all, just passion worship
We waste the talents we get at birth!
We try to do what we see in the kip!
Years go; leave behind; units of days
Bitter and sweet, in life woe I do find
Foolish waste time just in self praise
I have time units in my tender mind!
Life; a Gift of God, make good deeds
Otherwise nothing your soul breeds!
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