SONNET 14
By JH
Sayyar
Silver O Lady in your hair seen,
I think a sweet life-circle- end.
Wishes die courage fails, eyes keen,
Tell the truth it is time to errand.
Ask your beauty where is it gone?
Leaves behind a false pride forever,
People hate you when you are lone
Your eyes false, lovers devour.
Look in the glass tells you the truth,
All fled but pride sits at your brow:
Experience tells, beauty lies no ruth,
Tell the story the feet of the crow.
I love you but your love me taught,
All woes are written in the lover’s lot.
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