602. One day to heaven your beauty will fly

SONNET 602

By JH Sayyar

One day to heaven your beauty will fly
On the cheeks will be death furrows!
You will be alone on the bed will cry!
All around you spreading bitter sorrows
Then your eyes shall watch your fate!
In visual screen appearing in the space
You will see bowing down your gait!
Time changes into ghost your cute face
For someone unused beauty, use O Rose
Your miser thought will perish your race
You leave no signs if your beauty goes
If you do, I see in them your eyes grace

O Lady! Think; leave prints of your glass
Behind you to generation beauty to pass!!