SONNET 187
By JH Sayyar
Time unfolds beauty secret, see in the glass,
You see a mom’s image in the wrinkled face,
Your grand image steals your beauty, Alas!
Look into the year curtain beauty to trace.
A mother lives in mother in shape of years,
Years expose all the secrets of your youth,
Leave you forever now shed all day tears,
Don’t weep the young is your beauty ruth.
The wrinkle on your face beauty shows,
Sunken eyes expose your thinking changed,
Black hair turning to silver your will expose,
Don't worry a heavenly circle is prearranged.
Youth leaves behind beauty in tiny wrinkles;
Making you respectable your pretty crinkles
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