Thursday, January 18, 2018

When cock crows in morn solar spirit is seen



SONNET  489
When cock crows in morn solar spirit is seen
Than my heart cries, you my sweet love slain
You know not what is love, you are still green
My love lives in your soul your efforts in vain
Your aim reflects O Lady! Your chosen words
Your eyes and face cannot walk side by side
As in storm cannot fly together light tiny birds
O Rose! Love in any season cannot be dried
Your love is more than a hundred year snake
You change your love like chameleon on the tree
Your cunning eyes expose your love is fake.
But my heat says woman’s love is full of worry

Love of false tongue nothing but a mere mirage
Every woman’s eyes know how to lover drudgeA