SONNET 526
By JH Sayyar
I see flowers talking in a low voice
‘Spring Life, in autumn death soon;
We weep for births, all men rejoice
Sit on the petals nightingales croon
Walkers pluck us! We do shed tear
Not seen by eyes; tearful our eyes!
Men talking; we not flowers hear!
When petals fall our family cries!
Ah seasons curtails life day by day
All planets control life in paradise;
You vibrate frequencies; you pray
Fate according to frequencies rise!
Pain and pleasure; key in our will!
See ebbs and flow sitting on a hill
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