SONNET 644
By JH Sayyar
O My Lady, give me your earsPeacefully sit by me on the bed!
When nails grow; cut without fears
We cut them because they are dead
Like our nails doubts daily grow!
In minds emotions blackmail us
Anger in man’s heart; on girls’ brow
Sits; emotion and reason in a fuss
Let us sit together to dissolve issues
Do not cut off relationship like nails
From the fingers; see behind woes!
If we dissolve, guardian angel hails
If doubts grow, do not break connection
Cut doubts like nails, take a quick action
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