SONNET 495
By JH Sayyar
I see a bird sitting on the bough!
Yea, young crying for happy days
Shaking hands, legs use less I trow
Wrinkled face does beauty praise!
Never grows old; horse and man!
Proper food and care to all known
Lips and cheeks; vital force scan!
In such situation, all men do moan
Tailors make men’s time trends;
What we eat, we are, tells the beat
Food for body, truth for friends!
Advise me sages in a jungle meet
Food tells me all; what she thinks!
Taking wrong food our soul shrinks
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