SONNET 193
By JH Sayyar
Resting all night when I leave home,
The day’s toil scatters my thought,
The day starts in a jungle I roam,
Taking rest, sour memories me bite.
As smell lives in the red pretty rose,
Your image follows me in slumber,
To steal the eggs run all hungry crows,
Nights; worry full without a number.
Days pass in works; nights in dreams,
Infuses a fresh life into my tired soul,
As awake all the worlds sunny beams,
My thoughts are released on petrol.
I leave home to earn, come to feed,
My hungry soul with your love seed
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