SONNET 371
By JH Sayyar
Sitting in flowers, says me a rose
“Our colors fading; losing charm,
Takes our beauty your Lady’s pose,
Flowers are decked around the arm,”
Listening to the roses grief I reply,
“True, flowers’ beauty she steals,
Looking at my Rose you surely die,
Four elements on earth she feels,
I see the flowers with falling tears,
Withering faces like a dead man,
She drinks blood; dissolve fears,
I pray for myl women’ beauty fan,
All women suck anon blood’s soul,
That refines beauty with white coal
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