SONNET 357
By JH Sayyar
Ah! I find Cupid lying on the rose,
Yea I cunningly enter into her soul
I see in the button-hole lust grows,
Under the belly button burning coal
When I search for her heart see lies
Blind greed sitting in a dark niche
Lying coiling like snakes crosswise,
Seeing me considers a blunt bitch
Enters into the mind; find a scheme,
How to prey lovers with pretty face,
I see red eyes releasing lusty beam,
A stubborn will roams love to trace,
When I come out of the soul; not gay,
I wonder black hair turning into grey
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