SONNET 623
By JH Sayyar
Waves beat the pebbled-shore!Making round the stones’ being
One goes coming more and more
With Time the pebbles are fleeing
My glee falls like autumn leaves
When pleasure in the full swing!
Woe buds bloom if heart grieves!
Falling tears pull my heart string!
My wrinkles express a bitter tale
Of my lost love in the eye-mirror
In memory window I do they hail?
Yea my heart is slain like Caesar
My fall! Exposing beauty for all!
O Lady you fall prey to a slut-call!
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