SONNET 496
By JH Sayyar
O Lady! When I fall on the bed;
On memories pillow I take rest!
I see you in mind eyes in shred!
Of disloyalty; a nice night pest
O Lady, love is your birth right
But cheating in love a big crime
Evil thoughts devour our might
See reality in the mirror of time
O Lady, love is holy, not a toy!
To change it when be out worn;
Your thinking makes love a toy
False hopes us into pieces torn!
O Lady, love is a child of soul!
Shines on cheek like a tiny mole
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