SONNET
512
By JH
Sayyar
Look, do not turn your face!
Heart cry is not in a mart sold
Turing face is love disgrace!!
Hate silver, pure love is gold
Heart stops at your fake wail
It sings sitting among leaves
Your love changes like a tale
Hanging over heads grieves!
Your weak fingers’ touch lip
Watch! Your charming eyes
But like a wolf teeth love grip
Finding love in vain he tries
Love is a woman’s heart will
Love union is a sleeping pill!
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