Love Song
By JH Sayyar
8
Come to see me; my years pass
Love is young, all emotions dried
I like a puppet in the field of love
Bids know I your memory bride
Spring goes; no change in my being
No pain, my soul turns into a stone
My soul free of suffering in meads
Stand like a scarecrow in lone
Love is nothing; a self deceit
Wails and woes in lovers’ fate
I fall in love; luck me deceives
Now wrinkles on face I know late
Sure you come to console love
I await and wear a bridal dress
No sleep in eyes but, all dreams
When you come in lone to caress
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