SONNET 227
By JH Sayyar
Planets stop at your birth time,
Fairies smile more on the earth,
To spread rays your being chime,
Today a beauty queen takes a birth.
Ah! When God look at the final art,
Cupid weeps, begs for your grace,
All happy with your caring for heart
Heavens smile looking at your pace,
Time does fall in the Years’ Ocean,
Those who love you fall in chops,
Years pass; beauty marring potion,
No copy on earth, in vain the hopes.
Birth day gift precious, but my gift;
Makes your thinking more swift
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