SONNET
570
By JH Sayyar
Happy days never come back!Why do you mourn over youth?
All store in the mind, no crack!
Your jovial youth still my ruth
Silver grows in grey silky hair
I see in your cute sunken eyes!
I cannot forget your love affair
Hear in the corner of my cries
Youth and old age both same!
A sweet difference of degree!
Chill knows hot water to tame
Do read in lone heat pedigree
When youth changes in old age
Youth lives in a wrinkled cage!
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