SONNET 370
By JH Sayyar
Love cannot make amend for,
Deep rooted woes of my soul
My heart and eyes both at war,
I cannot one of the two cajole,
O Rose! Heavy than pleasure,
Ah! Glee flies like ghosts there,
My pain you cannot measure,
Life! A thought: free of care,
We fall on woe-thorn bleed,
Thousands of holes with pain,
Senseless flesh, broken creed
O Rose! Blood falls like rain
Pain and pleasure: shadows of life,
Time kills with its crooked knife!!
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