558. Days, months and years running fast

SONNET 558

By JH Sayyar

Days, months and years running fast
Life spindle pushes us to other shore,
Forgetting death we enjoy the mast!
Floating on the dream waves we bore
Life is nothing; but a running lake!
No life end; after death we continue
Life circle on earth we anon make!
Before death all sights our eyes view
We all have lost charms in Nature!!
Our hearts forlorn away from friends,
And foes, do worship will-miniature
Crushing our beings; negative trends

Pleasure lies not in money but in men
We fools find pleasure in a money den