SONNET 510
By JH Sayyar
I know a cute and tiny moving land
People in it grow, lily and red rose!
In reality we grow all seeds in sand
But sometime a sharp thorn grows!
Take your land where want to take
And sow the seed where you want
It grows in sky, on earth, no break
On growing up all watchers haunt
Moving land fruits sweet, no tart!!
Love the land-issues, old or young;
The land fruits are not sold in mart
Ah all day praises your holy tongue
You know? Tell me anon its name!
Men’s trap is set into a thigh frame
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