SONNET 503
By JH Sayyar
I find in dream a secret tonight
Angel telling causes of disease
Man falls ill will catches might
Man loses charms with no ease;
When iron is mixed with gold!!
But it becomes faulty; its virtue
As a bad time makes young old
None remains behind just woe
Energies change spirits in time!
Just air makes our heart’s rime;
Unknown to all knows a child!
Yea! Its rise and fall with time
Uproot evil thoughts from brain
Lead your life ah! Free of strain
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