SONNET 241
By JH Sayyar
When disgrace me; your cute eyes,
Peep behind the thoughts; just hate,
And curses; heaven touching cries,
Terrible my soul more hard my fate,
Hopes is hope; reality a dark dream,
Wishes far away when I do brood!!
My wishes turn into mouth steam!
No breath, no sight smoke turns rude,
Sit among the willows weep alone,
None around me; you in mind eye,
Kiss your lips satisfying my groan,
Your face reveals; your inner sky!
None to weep; your tricks I mope,
Your kissing burns my pretty hope
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