6. Ode to My Lady
By JH Sayyar
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Heart sighs looking at your half refusing eyes,
To turn down love, but do keep in mind,
Girls; hate men; die virgin in sorrows and sighs,
Taking beauty in grave, leaving no print behind.
Living all day in dreams one day makes you mad
Life; full of woe and grief, do leave your copy
Even parents, brothers, sisters, all downcast,
Wrinkles on the face and your front floppy
Time prints its finger prints; you are not glad,
Your being will weep forever; very, very bad,
Copy of your being; your left and right mast
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Every beast and bird leaves copies on earth,
To maintain races to save the next generation,
To save life, essential is for a running hearth,
If no print is left! A symbol of elation
Alone remains Devil or Deity; are by birth alone.
Beyond the shadows of death; not human being,
We are born to die, to save her self-flesh
Marriage is the right course, years are fleeing,
Think not what I said, change your thinking
tone,
Day by day loses weight like a heavy stone.
Make your mind a lake, not a stagnant mesh
Cupid weeps in temple, no print among the mass
I saw in trance, asking lot from the Angels,
Why weeping, no copy; in the high class,
My beauty breeds nothing, useless at all the angles.
O my Swan, like swan; do love once in life,
If death separates one; the other does never wed,
Till his death he never unlocks his locked throat
Think my Swan, how to share someone’s bed
On the earth is less glee and more woe rife
Lonesome sucks blood by a solitary knife
Let us make love images; at our births we got
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