SONNET 645
By JH Sayyar
An angel met me tonight in the dreamWhite head with a bright angelic face
Who patted my back and said to deem
The angel hovering me with my pace
He said, “Orphans are living on earth
The snakes are eating their own tails!
All mothers are strangled at their births
The children are earning woes and wails
Dear son, your mother is your reason!
Its sons, green emotions, in each house
Brought up and use according to treason
To save the mother, kill the spy mouse
When I wake up; full of deadly fears!
Looking at the sight, eyes full of tears
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