Thursday, January 18, 2018

My pretty life has lost in the sea of cruel past



SONNET  483
My pretty life has lost in the sea of cruel past
My childhood and youth flew like a water drop
Falling on the pane my wit and wisdom, Aghast
And with seasons the reapers reap the crop
What is life? Nothing but time waste on earth
What we do all day, not goal but passion worship
We all waste talents what we get on our birth
We try to do what we watch all in our dark kip
Years go and leave behind time units and days
Bitter and sweet, life full of wail and woe I find
And the foolish waste time making self praise
But have an on time units, and my tender mind

Life: A gift of God, make it cute with good deeds
Otherwise is useless what your vital force breeds