SONNET 105
By JH Sayyar
I have lost all in love, got none,
Just your face false smile for a mo
Who can claim it that I have won?
If someone does, life full of woe!
Harlot a cute bitch smells far away,
The smell of thought to deceive;
Sleeping on the bed mood be gay,
To kill your ego that you conceive
Writing experiences me love compels,
For the readers as a golden advice,
In undying words before my bells,
Read my words carefully if you wise.
Heat under waist may not be controlled,
Do act upon the rules that I have told!!
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