SONNET 471
By JH Sayyar
You like swan mute when to unlock;
Your locked throat, O My Little Rose
Heart weeps seeing silence like a cock
A bad omens of doubt in heart grows!
Your silence produces many a doubts
I think a lover in the heart you keep!!
Snatches my poor love from in bouts
I grew a love plant; can I thorns reap?
When I am alone; heave a long sigh!
I lose conscious falling on love thorns
My body bleeds at the bed when I lie
None around me; love and I forlorn!
Silence in love teaches me a lesson!!
Trust not in whore’s love just passion
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