SONNET 28
By JH Sayyar
women’s eyes wary like a fish of sea,
Sees not the lover’s faults goes to ruin,
Knits a fine spider web can’t she flee
In the fine knitted web she dies soon.
O Lady! Read my verse will you tell,
How much I love your charming face
As the romping fawns sitting in a dell,
Through verses I enhance your grace.
Love lovely, lovers prove to be traitor,
They in traitor love do peak and pine,
Just death proves to be their liberator,
In all love failure death a mortal fine.
To taste the life taste, death is must,
As the lips are must to kiss the bust
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