448. I lost many a true friends in past

SONNET 448

By JH Sayyar
I lost many a true friends in past
I find my friend whose name love
On finding it, real hate downcast
Finding I listen to glee from above
Hate blows out the lamp of brain
All around mind darkness prevails
Eyes see nothing; become insane
Anger sits on the nose, anger hails
Your being never you do deceive,
Your friend are always with you!
He with you when all friends leave;
Protects you on earth bill and coo!

Time steals age, your true being!
Stays with you in woe not fleeing

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