399. O Lady I lock you in memory lock,

SONNET 399

By JH Sayyar
O Lady I lock you in memory lock,
Your youth will never stale in eye,
Mirror tells hair shines like a rock,
When death snatches you not die!
Your youth goes with me one day,
People leave you in grave alone,
To talk with me without any fray,
Worms never touch us; no moan,
Love grows in soul shines in eyes,
Face: a mirror of men’s emotions,
When soul upsets heart makes cries,
Turning pure love to commotions,

All moral evils spring from evil past,
Hate, love, tears and fear soul blast!