SONNET 249
By JH Sayyar
As a pros is proud of her baby; boon,
As old men boast of their perfect wit,
As aunts enjoy the winter with croon,
As darkness for evils for women fit,
I like not my soft Lady’s coral breast,
I like lips and ever deceiving tongue,
Receives her holy heart a new guest,
Forgets age keeping in mind young,
Night guards My Lady’s gentle ghost,
Records deeds and your dark game,
When I sleep my ghost visits the post,
Your ideas reflects in the weak frame,
Around our neck; a solid natural seal,
Sun rays record deeds we cannot feel!
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