SONNET 138
By JH Sayyar
When my body angels overthrow,
My soul flies to heaven ever to rest,
My love you find on love’s eyebrow,
As a hungry raven sitting on the crest
People forget it none is here forever,
Young always thinks older dies first,
Hungry death does follow the clever,
Pondering over self in silence is must.
I plan to put thoughts into the line,
To immortalize till the systems fall,
You enjoy fame O My Concubine,
Where I am eaten as cankers to gall.
Alas! None listens to your tale of woe,
Then you know my holy love was true.
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