SONNET 156
By JH Sayyar
Beauty cleaves heart you think,
I love you a lot surely not true,
Due to you I can’t sleep a wink,
Ah! My poor heart is sick of you.
Beauty breeds sins breeds charm,
Of many colors roaming on earth,
Wise men shun and get no harm,
Life force destroys beauty birth.
An honest beauty never deceives
Fickle beauty is betrayed soon,
A false love we all here receives
Call it a love crying to the moon.
Beauty; nothing, lovers think it so,
In search of glee we receive woe.
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