SONNET 662
By JH Sayyar
O Lady! We each of us try to trace!Pleasures in peoples, faces and sex
In pursuing false glee lose our grace
Our wealth and wisdom all night vex
Our mission revolves around a girl
Our eyes weep for her false kiss!
Our heart palpitates like a churl
Her fake love: our wisdom pris!
Ah! Pleasure springs from heart
We all must search it in the core
We throw it away as a rotten part
We find the secret if we think more
Think someday why we are here!
If you find, with people it do share
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