SONNET 609
By JH Sayyar
O Lady! Time decays your thews!The spirit of beauty is decaying!
What you see not, sees my Muse
To beauty more attention paying
Thews and sinews not in peace!
All turn to lust; controls you all!
New love ideas you never cease!
Angels leave; devil is your pall
Ah! Tomorrow beauty you say!!
Good bye visual lust will remain
I look at beauty in a different way
For the coming race a bitter pain
You lose beauty but now restore
The beauty of spirit I do implore
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