SONNET 507
By JH Sayyar
Man is here not with his own accord!
God bring up a new being in a womb;
A solid a fact, not a vision of a bard!
At last a new burial in a marble tomb;
When thought result appears in shapes
Peace shakes with hidden evil trends!
A complex being hanging like grapes
Terrifying all birds, foes and friends!
When life beaten going back to where
Thinking come back but full of wails,
When back bowing down dear no care
He cries for going back to Eden hails
When youth swings on dreams’ rope
Worldly lust mars our lost Eden hope
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