SONNET 527
By JH Sayyar
Cool breeze touching my cheeks!
Spirit high in cool blowing breeze
I come in mead after many weeks
All around greeneries soul freeze;
I wonder, no soul in flowery mead
All sleeping forgetting; nature lap!
We worship matter, matter is creed;
Between man and nature; a big gap
People talking about matter! Sing!
Mind is busy thinking; spirit low:
I see on faces a sorrow dull ring;
My sunken eyes miss your glow!
O Lady! S walk with a high soul!!
I find missing while walking goal
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