SONNET 554
By JH Sayyar
When I recall your golden hair!My heart mourns over your loss
You hide self like a cuckoo Fair
I could not win but lost luck toss
I feel your presence in a red rose
In different colors and shapes!!
Growing in heart lawn in rows!
Glorious like the sun and grapes
O Rose; emotions are like fire!
Do burn us but never turn to ash
Ruminate lotus grows in the mire
But stagnant waters never trash!
Love grows in soul; not in heart!
But lie in love on the nose a wart
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