SONNET 132
By JH
Sayyar
Sun gets heat from your cute eyes,
Moon gets cooling from your breast
Your harsh words my tears vaporize,
When you lie in the gown to take rest
You deceive me, Ah leave me alone
My bitter memories, my poor heart,
Do curse; you when you are gone!!
I think O MY Rose your love is tart.
Love like rainbows does change hue
Whore’s praise depends on money!
Early in the morning; see her face,
Hunts lovers all night with bunny!
O Lady your cunning eyes me teach,
Do not love any whore on the beach
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