SONNET 546
By JH Sayyar
When love wick burns in soul!
Love thought through eyes peep
Cupid smiles at emotions; dole;
Vain thoughts like snake creep!
When I see; all old memories!
Ah! Dark faces full of sorrows
Envy shines; thoughts freeze!
A selfish echo comes and goes
Old faces: a canker to pleasure;
Eating like termite my lumber
Think about present in leisure
Wisdom tells codes in slumber
Among mass I trace your face!
My fingers enhance your grace
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