SONNET 257
By JH Sayyar
Your mood is air, your passions fire,
Burn my wisdom and turns into ash,
My dreams nothing but a fad desire,
Your sweet hate does my love crash,
And men leave behind two things,
Hate and love, hate dies with death,
Love remains fling on golden wings,
A new love from the Phoenix breath
Breathe flies; body remains behind,
Wearing a white dress; more fair,
Where worms eat flesh and mind,
Good deeds live alive behind care
Thinking on my deeds I am not glad,
Ah! My Lady is coming, I am not sad,
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