SONNET 563
By JH Sayyar
When my Lady smiles for others I cry!My warm tears speaks; your tears silent
What should I say it! Your love or a lie
Ah! My poor love you think just a fent
Love grows in soul as canker in flowers
Tears float in eyes as pains in the heart
Soul feels pleasures just in youth hours
In old age we drive our pain sowing cart
You change love like wind directions!!
Behind it the power your false desires
I see through soul eyes your all actions
You in light a woman, in darkness a pire
O Lady Youth is nothing, a time blessing!
Now you are a ghost; you recall caressing
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