SONNET 250
By JH Sayyar
Muse soars up when I think of you,
My Muse surveys all here and there,
Tells me who is false, who is true?
My Lady’s beauty; layers in layer,
Let me visit her unholy love land,
Trees leafless, flowers without smell,
All around heat, no shade to stand,
I see a parching heat burns like hell,
Coming out of love I see my being,
Burns all wishes with a heat of lust,
I see hollow loves swiftly fleeing,
This beauty sight shakes my trust,
Your coquettes joy, your beauty sin,
Your breasts; the lover’s heart to win
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