123. You like just praises, I do it never,

SONNET 123

By JH Sayyar
You like just praises, I do it never,
The second love clings to the mind,
As a canker to gall just to devour,
Your thoughts cruel not to me kind.
That sits in the mind rejects my love
You say false but your eyes say true,
Your simple face looks like a dove
False love preys to false bill and coo.
Holy love rejected as a strayed child,
Snatching inheritance by the relatives,
They consider to be the thorns of wild,
Ends the sinless killer where he lives.

All beauties destroy pretty human wit,
Its canker greed ready on brows to sit!