SONNET 339
By JH Sayyar
When wheat hunger cries for a mate,
As Eve persuades Adam for the thirst,
Adam’s wit fails seeing the apple great,
Binds love thread around the soft wrist
People do forget when you are dead!!
But you present in my glorious rhyme,
When your deeds with the worms wed,
Ah! It is done with the passage of time,
When anger sits on the women’s nose,
True love runs away from her anon,
My Rose dies virgin in the invert pose
Hate spreads in souls like a war canon
More cunning than fox my mistress’ eyes
For the lovers; trap; cute women’s sighs!!
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