SONNET 628
By JH Sayyar
O Lady, open your gentle eyes!Look into my balls, you will find
You sufferings shine in my cries
Sit by me, expose; what in mind
Emotional sea anon vomits all!!
Corals hurl on the pebbled shore
Ripened fruits on the trees fall!
Vomit your heart I do implore!
Your lips; one mystery expose!
Something wrong; eyes reveal
Your beauty short like a red rose
Come! Silver in your hair grows
If you alone; barren your womb!
Your prints after death your tomb
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