SONNET 322
By JH Sayyar
When I fall in love of my past days,
I recall youth: free of wails and woes,
I waste life making my Lady’s praise,
I get nothing but find many a rues,
All faces float in my memory lake,
fishes shine in the blue wave ocean
Their talking falls on head like flake
Sometime I recall my Lady-motion
Past memories burn heart like hell,
As sinful burnt with flesh and bone
Never quenching fire I cannot tell,
My bitter past my vision has shown,
Past love make men young in old age,
As pretty faces make: dull more sage
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