SONNET 111
By JH Sayyar
You read my verses: a tale of woe,
Ah! My love makes a null of you,
Falling in troubles stops blood flow,
Now all wishes die in vain is rue
I trust in you; my heart blunder,
On the way leaving alone in fears,
I know not why you my love plunder,
Now all day eyes issue blood tears.
Nothing lays in love; a beauty trick
To befool all witless entirely blind,
An evil face is kept in cosmetic rick,
Hate you more to your money kind.
You cannot find love but a cute face,
Roam on earth hollow love to trace.
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