SONNET 335
By JH Sayyar
When you leave no issue behind,
Your unused beauty in the tomb,
Where worms will be to you kind,
Better you not come, stay in womb,
Your being here, do not customize,
Going against the nature your will,
Injures soul from the tomb cries!
Leave prints unused beauty still,
To tame your issues efforts in vain,
My labor lost what to think now!
Your true love proves pure feign,
I fall in your love not know, how?
O Lady, lust not, issues make great;
Your thinking dull, cruel your fate!
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