SONNET 312
By JH Sayyar
O Lady! I spend all day in sighs
Tears shine in the darkest night
Weeping heart makes high cries,
None cares, if you in more plight,
I think my being useless on globe,
No love pain written in my fate!
Cries in the dark night when I sob,
Dull pain spreads in veins with hate,
I sleep with fears, fray in my soul,
Wet pillow with tears my eye0light,
In my dreams I am silly trace goal
I am woe statute with poor sight,
When sorrows descend in soul; die,
O Fair! Your tongue makes sweet lie
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