SONNET 657
By JH Sayyar
When cute butterflies fly over lilies;My eyes and heart both weep more!
All go forward, no behind; soul sees
I here; they sit on the pebbled shore
Without a friend, the world; a spike
All around woe and wail; no charm
Darkness above and below, not likes;
Your tiny world; O God full of harm
Ah! My furrows full eyes have seen!
Friends leave in troubles as our soul
Flies from the body or in old age teen
Falling in troubles, recall your Carole
O Lady! You and I both are shadows!
Shadows live behind when soul goes!
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