SONNET 255
By JH Sayyar
When I sleep with sunken eyes,
They do view hidden all hells!
I hear alone the sinners’ cries,
No soul at rest, fires on the dells,
Daily soul poor leaves my frame,
To watch you; your cute face,
Sitting in the lovers’ lap to tame,
Sex sits in the eyes adding grace,
How turn you love into hate,
In heart hate in the devils’ vale,
Hate in the words you call it fate,
No fate but laws make men great,
If I see your face; morn turns into day,
Your hate turns day into night I do say
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