SONNET 559
By JH Sayyar
When cock sounds the reveille!!All phantoms flee from the place
Doubts ghosts roam in the valley
Of soul decreasing the soul grace
Man is respected due to godly soul
Not by the achievements on earth
Running in blood to find the goal
But an aimless soul since her birth
What is success? Just self control
The property of soul; slave its wit
Mind on the forehead a black mole
As in our black eyes a heavy grit!
All trust in God; not in a real way
From our hearts; our words away!
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