Friday, May 5, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

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Kids lay with play thing at home on floor,
Mothers educating kids with manmade toys,
But kids break toys striking against the door,
Ah! Breaking kids’ play thing the end of joys
Death breaks our toys: our parents and brothers,
One by one all are broken before our sunken eyes
We cannot but I like toys sisters and fathers,
No glee on earth I see all around sobs and cries.
We in the hands of nature useless toys we all,
Remote control toys whose key not in our hand,
We all do what is said by our remoter call,
Its message written in codes we not understand.

Death destroys our all play things new and old,
But pretty soul is taken out of it that is pure gold