508. Evil thought grows weeds in Soul Park

SONNET 508

By JH Sayyar

Evil thought grows weeds in Soul Park
Marring life beauty plant with ruth dear
Wisdom fails when at you lust dogs bark
Naval tickling dances in sea like a shark
Youth love makes happy, in old age sad
Love springs from soul, not from mind!
Pure love in loneliness makes men glad
It is a blessing for lovers if Love is kind
True love, not beauty, the secret of joy!
Beauty dissolves in time; traits remain
In words’ cage ever as coyness in a boy
Cannot see with naked eyes like pain!!

If you find a true love in life; me inform
Getting its seed I shall sow in soul farm