SONNET 459
By JH Sayyar
Ah! I look into the window of face
Tears floating on the sunken cheeks
Fingers compose verses for grace!
Silver in hair, on face many creaks
Ah Flowers bloom in spring season;
All love roses fade dear in old age!
Time does this without any reason
I encage your face in the verse cage
I write your, lips, eyes and breast!
In my verse you will be young ever
All eaten but you save from the pest
Time perishes all; my verses never
O Rose when love slips from heart
Hate dwells there as your life part
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