SONNET 284
By JH Sayyar
In winter leaves hanging on the trees,
All boughs bowing down with load,
My heart full of grief; your eye sees,
My poor wishes die; come and behold.
Like leaves; memory stale in my brain,
Wishes appears not; on the love bough
Your cute being useless and in vain,
No seed of new love in heart I grow,
Look into my eyes; your reflection
Of your dying; no power to sustain,
In future; ceases my mortal reaction,
Of immortal pen power to maintain
Your memories make my love strong,
Your love I do forget O Lady ere long.
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