SONNET
547
By JH Sayyar
A little talking parrot, I tamed!!
All day talking like my liar Fair;
Chary learnt talkative she named
Told, my Fair’s secret love affair
Ah! It flew from up the iron cage
Did not came back for a long time
At last came back; sat on the page
I was writing the sonnet last rime
It told “I spent in cage many days
Heard the catcher’s talk just woe
Having money! But more craze!
Soul upset! O Master I say true!
Peace lies not in good existence!
A lot of money makes life dense
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