SONNET 629
By JH Sayyar
O Rose! I am fed up with you!We spent years on the soft bed!
Every time I find nothing; woe
We cannot dissolve we are dead
Let us divide love among poor!
All loveless men young and old
Through love a crush evil doer
All things silver, love is gold!!
Let us with our love we all feed
The starved, the poor on the road
It is our duty without any greed
We drive the poor with a goad!
Today or tomorrow we all will fly
Only our Love; shines in the sky!
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