Kids lay with play thing at home on the floor,

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Kids lay with play thing at home on the floor,
Mothers educating kids with man made toys,
But kids break the toys striking against the door,
Ah! Breaking kids’ play things the end of joys
Death breaks our toys: our parents and brothers,
One by one all are broken before our sunken eyes
We are helpless but I like toys sisters and fathers,
No glee on earth I see all around sobs and cries.
Alas in the hands of nature useless toys we all,
Remote control toys whose key not in our hand,
We all do all day what is said by our remoter call,
Its message written in the codes we not understand.

Death destroys our all play things new and old,
But pretty soul is taken out of it that is pure gold

Foolish are making new system for human being

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Foolish are making new system for human being
Knowing not fully the nature of human nature,
Therefore all systems fail on earth I am seeing,
All systems bring on the earth human disgrace,
Ask any architecture to make a pretty home,
Will be asked for what purpose the house is made,
House, villa, village and wall or on the earth tomb,
According to the dwellers’ its base will be laid,
The battle of wit is carrying on in every street,
It kills human ego, but for human eyes unseen,
Wit’s failing victory over passions but retreat
Badly in the battle of wit but I passions greet,

Men are deceived by wit, passions control actions,
In all deeds of human beings, their will reflections

Cowards are afraid of death but do not know

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Cowards are afraid of death but do not know
What is death? Nothing but a long and long sleep,
In the darkest narrow cells sleeping all row by row,
All alone lying helpless earthworms on them creep,
The brave accept death bravely and ready to face,
Hate they have done in life with all its reactions,
But good deeds before God enhancing their grace
What is life? Nothing, but reactions of the actions
We must know on earth, what is mortal in us?
Soul but body dies but in one thing no change,
Our Zat after death it does remain surely cuss
With done or undone deeds limitless power range,

All are written in the golden book, our willed deeds,
Angels write with the eternal fingers all your creeds?

Black clouds, black thunder and black earthquake,

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Black clouds, black thunder and black earthquake,
Matter swallowing sea waves, fire vomiting mound,
A warning to earthly people just for protection sake,
Yea! Written in the book of life surely I have found.
Beauty like bubbles dies but beauty not in soft mind,
It does make its demonstration on the mind screen.
If it is your love, it is to you more and more kind.
When our fearful fancy fails in worldly plight,
Beauty’s mighty hand holds out cruel time powers,
Watching time wonderful wondering sitting on height,
Sometimes coming on earth sitting in the sea flowers
And beauty worshipers fall anon in a mysterious plight

Do think in lone, which is mighty beauty or time?
Time stops one day but your beauty lives in rime

When you look cuter, do ask your glass

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When you look cuter, do ask your glass
What will you do when time will steal,
Your youth and old days come across,
Standing before you sitting with no deal,
Sow goodness seed in youth with pleasure,
And reap its golden fruit in old age of pain,
Your will, will fail, if you think in leisure,
Pleasure not but grief comes again and again.
When your beauties decay, but you in rime,
Will live like a bright comet when I am gone,
Which is mighty, pen or beauty proves time?
Yea! I compare you with laughter not moan

Nothing can stay on earth except goodness for all,
Increasing knowledge day by day ignorance fall

All countries’ politicians, lend me your ear,

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All countries’ politicians, lend me your ear,
Lock in your memory what I say to you,
Corruption makes your soul full of fears,
You know it well it is all fair and true,
All countries’ lawyers, lend me your ears,
Do not support guilty, and save your soul,
From God’s heavy wrath and do fall tears
Of repentance before reaching the final goal,
All countries’ nymphs lend me your ears,
Deceive not the lovers, beauty dies with time,
You will die virgin, none will shed tears,
In wrinkles hidden day and night dark crime,

All virtues inter with the dead in the grave,
Evils remain behind, dead coward or brave,

Alas! Ignorance: the darkest night of mind,

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Alas! Ignorance: the darkest night of mind,
Love cannot stay in it, but hate dwelling place,
Sitting in the room, Satan teaches none to kind,
Envy and enmity on earth has no heavenly grace,
No heavenly face on earth like me fair and cute,
No soul that guides men on the earth in rime,
No hand that writes the truth in daily solitude,
No pen that writes the deeds on the back of time,
These random thoughts give me more delight,
In the world of liar writing truth an heavenly art,
Then my pen and passions surely make a flight,
Will and wishes are slain in the trance of heart,

I praise for myself not your praise in my rime,
Verse remains forever, beauty decays with time

I watch your cupid face all night in slumber,

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I watch your cupid face all night in slumber,
I close my eyes to sleep but no sleep in eyes,
My red heavy eyelids count all night number,
When heart full of love releases tear full sighs.
Your spirit leaving you enters into my brain,
When you sleep tells me all your deeds of day,
All golden verses come from heaven like rain,
Each drop catches my pen, silver and grey,
It is my shadow walks with you side by side,
At noon backward, but in the eve onward,
On a golden horse of image behind you I ride
And you beside me riding like a royal lord

Your hate keeps me active, love sharpens wit,
When on my golden image bed you by me sit

Twelve hours of day and twelve hours of night

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Twelve hours of day and twelve hours of night
What? Nothing, but mystery of death and life,
Glee and gloom, bread and butter and cause flight,
Of day wits and night wits but both full of strife,
All our deeds are recorded in our record book,
From infancy to maturity and all good or bad,
What we do on earth we shall one day look,
Then before God yea! We all will be very sad
Silver gate of golden, shut, but a new golden gate,
Of time opens to count deeds little or great,
To reward, reward or punishment we all wait,
On the ground of will but it is settled late,

When all will finish but my golden verse stands,
Praising your coral breasts and soft silky hands

Nothing new on earth, time decays present all,

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Nothing new on earth, time decays present all,
Hand and mental labors all lost in gentle time,
Old wine in new vial, invention the foolish call,
And in finding the lost inventions commit crime,
Inventive brains: guided by the spirits in dreams,
How to find the lost for the coming generation,
The blessings of heaven on earth are via beams
It is bread and butter cycle but spirits recreation,
Yea! Blessings on earth from the sun and moon,
Wise men watch it sitting in the window sill,
God’s blessings via rays flow from the moon,
None can change its direction; it is God’s will,

Physical eyes cannot see heavenly things in rays,
The foolish call it bask but the wise men praise,

God makes me first and puts in my tiny soft skull,

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God makes me first and puts in my tiny soft skull,
Wisdom and reason to control uncontrolled actions,
But before love I prove my being useless and dull,
Taming not my emotions turn into commotions,
In lust and lust full actions I fall in unholy pleasure,
Reason sits calmly watching my doings in lone,
Guiding me not reason in sinful time in leisure,
Thus evil penetrates in my soft flesh and bone,
Reason cannot control emotions commit crimes,
In lone against conscious, no repentance but miss,
Reason supports evil actions in a day many times,
But a man’s being: a slave of passions and kiss.

Sitting in my couch I am waiting for holy spark,
Waiting, waiting but my being is not up to mark

The slave of passions and the slave of reason,

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The slave of passions and the slave of reason,
Yea! Two kinds of people on earth I find,
Everything changes but no change of season,
In both, but reason and passions both soul grind,
Reason follows passions: the slave of desire,
Reason does nothing but strong arguments,
Ignoring good or bad results like by birth liar,
Reason is activated when a passion intends.
Passions wrapping in garb of reason or thought,
Look to the watchers a pure reasonable act,
Knowing not the decision of desire of caught
Thus our wisdom on earth to death brought

In between passions and reasons we all are fool,
Always passions get victory over reason a rule

Sweet love, rethink, your love is not fair,

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Sweet love, rethink, your love is not fair,
Like mountain snow or like a lake in the pit,
Sits mud and sands in bottom layer by layer,
The whole lake muddy if doubt snails hit,
Love that travels from moral mind to soul,
And must travel to pit silently in the lake,
One light other heavy, balance out of control
Ah! Light searches for light for her being sake
Sweet love, stay with me in my love full eyes,
To show me right path in a dark street of life,
Life jerks cannot be seen in dusk and my cries,
Cry for your holy love that is free of strife.

Holy love: a flower, I welcome you in spring,
Without love my Lady, my love is nothing

Precious gifts, Yea! Waste of time will decay,

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Precious gifts, Yea! Waste of time will decay,
But your beauty remains immortal in my rime,
Free of time and space like sinking moon in bay,
Generation to generation but beauty keeps time,
No war but all men’s mortal works over turn,
Steel and stone structures will be rooted out,
And waters of the seven seas fire shall burn,
But your name will live in rime surely no doubt,
Your being good, and good remains forever,
Even after death its spreading force of heaven,
Truth is the name of God will fade never, never,
Wise men know it well as the mountains a raven

You will remain in my eyes and in my holy rime
I convert a mortal being into an immortal crime,

Helen’s beauty your image but no print you behind,

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Helen’s beauty your image but no print you behind,
It is against natural laws you think on it you tonight,
Playing kids in park your cute children will remind,
What is darkness nothing but the absence of light?
Canker lives in the cute flowers and its petals eats,
And destroys the beauty of rose and die at the end,
Your deny is your canker mars your love grace,
It grows within the flowers but do not you send,
But the flowers and its virtue but not its shades,
That within the days die but not with the sun rays,
Birds fly over the flower without the canker raids,
None can see it but seen by all moral eyes gaze,

Your truth in words remain O Lady you will die,
To trace your truth in air after you my heart cry.

O Lady! All know you well you are so cute,

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O Lady! All know you well you are so cute,
All shining flowers shade reflect on your face,
Your golden hair makes all men anon mute,
Your dimple on the cheeks adds more grace,
Your beauty natural, free of painted beauty art,
Helen’s beauty art hides hide all skin defects,
But in your beauty reflects your simple heart,
Enhancing your simple smile your face effects,
Her cheeks color spread in all pretty flowers,
Her breath lessens pain, woes and sorrows,
Of all men and women in lone in few hours,
Her breasts sight changes rising eye brows,

God give you Helen beauty to calm tearful eyes,
Your sweet kiss makes anon all the dullest wise

Ah! I have a master key to open pleasure lock,

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Ah! I have a master key to open pleasure lock,
Others not know the lock inner complex design,
All try to open it and get a body jerking shock,
At last the wicked wits have to hopefully resign,
To guard pleasure lock jealousy sit at the door,
With many a changes shapes, key wearing in ears,
Listening praise smiles and happy more and more,
But when eyes face the eyes both full of fears,
Unlock the pleasure lock with the key child smile,
Free of cheat its language known to everyone,
Child, old and young all know it lazy or agile,
But knowing its phonemes is not an easy fun,

Child smile: the master key to unlock pleasure gate,
But hate and jealousy locks the master lock of fate

My heart: My life clock counts my sullen days,

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My heart: My life clock counts my sullen days,
Heart beat clicking lessens days, months and years
No one to count beats I do to the Maker praise,
How our heart changes anon pleasure into tears,
No mistake like men clock it makes in count,
No hour strike, no stop and no handle to control,
It records in second men’s whole life account.
No stop in men’ life it is plying its might role,
Of every second life clock keeps our record,
Of deeds of day and night thoughts in crowd,
Common eye see not but watching more hard,
Taking the record goes with a pure white shroud,

Life secret lies in life clock and its musical beat,
As the diamond luster lies in the coal mine peat.

Alas! I not know my life journey how is long?

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Alas! I not know my life journey how is long?
I travel on the time train slow, sometime fast,
Singing on the time boat how to life prolong,
Time is more; life is short, thinking it downcast,
Getting tired on the way I sit in a heavenly vale,
Swollen, choked throat and a parching tongue,
Alas! All fruits everywhere but no water in dale,
A nice garden that makes all old woes young,
Time bridle controls life horse with a bloody spurs,
The rider’s feet cannot walk with the horse might
Time horse long journey kills on the way all curs,
Some die of hunger and some die of a lone fright

When my Lady’s face swims on my mighty mind,
Looking at her pretty eyes seem she is to me kind

Time does not come again like an ocean wave,

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Time does not come again like an ocean wave,
But I know your infancy, childhood and youth,
In my memory lock is captured your tart behave,
Breaking my poor heart feeling you more sooth,
Surely I will open my memory lock in old age,
To see time circle changes in my love again,
Fading lips and hair, and youth in wrinkled cage,
But yours playing with me in my memory lane
Love growing with age, youth captive in time frame,
But increasing naval lust, but decreasing body force
Life nothing, but between youth and old age game,
None of the two finds on earth the right course,

Why to love my Love, my Love has moral flaws,
Hate breeds not love, yea! It is my fighting cause

Ah! I know, no falsity I see when I am born,

My Pray to My Respected Readers

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Ah! I know, no falsity I see when I am born,
Since cradle till now I learn the whole truth,
But on growing up my poor soul was worn
A black garb of lie, from top to toe in youth,
On growing up, I separate truth from the lie,
One by one in lone but heavenly books reveal,
Darkness all around, when golden light rays fly,
From earth or when the Angels all lights steal,
Light: blend of light, darkness and more heat,
Heat, passion, lie, darkness, but light in fire,
What connects light and darkness? It is heat,
If dissolves light remains behind dark liar,

Lies is darkness, but lights the whole truth,
Light: smile. Falsehood, concubine of ruth

There is a war between my passions and reason,

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There is a war between my passions and reason,
Passions try to break the circle of reason but vain,
Wisdom rejects it forcefully and calls it treason,
Against natural laws, it makes life full of pain,
Reason lives in my brain, passions in my heart,
Passions change, but reason not, to argue futile,
Reason cannot be bought but passions from mart,
Nothing hidden on earth watching from a mile,
Reason gives us pleasure and passions grief,
As thorns around buds protection of flower,
My Muse tells your all secrets in words brief,
Why turns pale, do think, a red rose tiny leaf,

Always cut passions’ carrion from reason knife,
Then on earth will be your short life free of strife

My passion and reason both are at fatal war,

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My passion and reason both are at fatal war,
Emotions instigate to kiss her coral breast,
Reason forbids and sleeping kiss will mar,
My trust and I think let her take sound rest,
I think, you dream my face with killing ruth,
I am sitting there O Lady! In your pretty eyes,
And see your all deeds of childhood and youth,
And your vile will when from sleep you rise,
Remove all mortal thoughts from your bosom
All recorded in life book, we know it or not,
Even our thinking or our entire open twosome,
Every deed is written here be of palace of cot,

I hate you not O Lady, but your jealous thought,
No mart on earth, from where you it brought

O Lady! Your mood is air and your passions fire,

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O Lady! Your mood is air and your passions fire,
Alas! Burn my wisdom cottage and turns into ash,
My sweet, Sweet dreams remain unfulfilled desire,
But your bitter hate and hate does my love crash,
When men leave earth, leave behind two things
Hate and love but hate dies with the soul death,
Love remains behind and flies on golden wings,
New love is born from the dying Phoenix breath
At last breathe flies just body remains behind,
Wearing white dress on moving bed going there,
Where we are eaten by worms flesh and mind,
But good deeds will be on earth after death snare,

Thinking on my deeds on earth I am not glad,
But my mistress is coming to me, I am not sad

When my poor love is summoned in love palace,

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When my poor love is summoned in love palace,
I see Beauty Queen sitting proudly on envy throne.
Treachery in her moony eyes, shining face jealous,
To kill my love silky hair gallows was me shown,
Wisdom my lawyer puts forward just one request,
Before jealous beauty queen to argue the real case,
Pondering over the case beauty judge order to arrest,
Love, wearing black dress, put it in a dark place,
Always passions put of the lamp of wisdom at last,
Love is passion, beauty wisdom. Gets sure defeat,
In wisdom and passion battle with heavy sigh blast,
Tears, sighs and sobs all add in fighting more heat,

Wisdom and passion both play hide and seek,
Wisdom listens to the blind passions shriek

When I sleep in my couch with opened eyes,

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When I sleep in my couch with opened eyes,
They view hidden seven heavens and hells,
I hear beating with fire lash, the sinners’ cries,
No soul to rest there but more fires on all dells,
When I sleep my poor soul leaves my frame,
And watch you all night your heavenly face,
Sitting in the lovers’ shadow love to tame,
Hate sits in your eyes and adding more grace,
How turn you sweet love into bitter hate,
Human heart full of love, but hate devils’ vale,
Proving hate with argues and people call it fate,
No fate but laws of nature make men great,

If I see your face at night morn turns into day,
Your hate turns love day into night I surely say.

You turn away your lovely face, it is my grief,

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You turn away your lovely face, it is my grief,
My eyes lose sight and hearing functions fail
Let me know the cause of turning face in brief,
Again in my dreams my poor heart you, hail.
I see in the cunning eyes my own reflection,
Sitting sad in your arms head on your breast,
But something in heart reveals kissing action,
Leave me not yea; I love your canker guest,
If I lose you O Lady, I lose all what I gain,
In love labor and with it my love wish dies,
Your reason fails passions control your brain,
In new love echoes you listen not to my cry.

The second love kills the first ah! Joys no more,
Leave the second love come to the first I implore,

Your erotic soul commits crimes always in leisure,

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Your erotic soul commits crimes always in leisure,
When my being you forget and change lover at night,
You fall prey to lovely lust in pursuing pleasure,
Smile on the wrinkled face, for all lovers’ termite,
Your beauty deceives; eyes capture all mighty hearts,
Your coral breasts give pleasure even to the old,
Sunken eyes your kiss makes fresh all wrinkled parts,
And your hugging makes the cowards anon bold,
When greed woos with money invites flying vulture,
In silky curtained room flying all night with dismay,
Searching dead for food their at night modern culture,
And their crying invites others flying far and far away.

Your beauties tempt hearts via eyes unseen laser rays,
Burn all wishes of life anon your strong kissing craze

Take back your love; your love is false,

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Take back your love; your love is false,
Your love raindrops beautifully fall on all,
A blessing for all beings my heart it calls,
You: a passion slave, is my poor love fall,
You receive my love but you it badly burn,
In the fire of falsity, throws my love ash,
In the dust bin, and keeps hate in the urn,
For the lovers, you my poor love smash,
You steal my soul and make me half dead,
Buried in grave could not reach to the sky,
Seeing by the eyes, rising dead cowered fled,
Reality hides in the veil of atom fail if you try

Love had no being but its being is holy soul,
Nor tears nor sighs but passions love control

The emotions about me you have I respect,

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The emotions about me you have I respect,
Owing to having same nature in all flesh frames,
But always passions control human reason a fact,
It plays in talking field with reason many games,
Sometimes reason deceives; a slave of passions,
Forgetting good or bad fruit provides points strong,
And nothing comes out of nothing in the sessions,
Blind reason curtails life, but reason does prolong,
Life for the blind useless, the sun diurnal role,
Reason a slave of passions, passions queen of wit,
I call women passions and men reason to control,
Passions women’s maid always with then does it,

Passions clouds eclipse, the reason sun and moon,
Reason day turns to night and evening into noon,

My Muse soars up like eagle when I think of you,

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My Muse soars up like eagle when I think of you,
My Muse surveys beauties roaming here and there,
It tells me anon who is false and who is true?
My Lady’s beauty false putting layer on the layer,
Let me visit O Muse, desert unholy love land,
Standing trees leafless and flowers without smell,
All around the heat, no shade where to stand,
I see the parching heat burns all like ugly hell,
Coming out of love land when I see my being,
Burns all my wishes with more heat of lust,
I see hollow loves here and there swiftly fleeing,
Alas! This sight of beauty shakes my love trust,

Your coquettes; day joy, and your beauty; night sin,
Your coral breast sight enough lover’s heart to win

As pros takes pride of her cute daughter, boon,

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As pros takes pride of her cute daughter, boon,
As an old man does boast of his pragmatic wit,
As the aunts enjoy winter with summer croon,
As darkness for evils for young and old most fit,
I like not my Lady’s cheeks with coral breast,
I like her chary lips and ever deceiving tongue,
Receives her holy heart daily a new young guest,
Forgetting age but keeping lust in mind young,
Day and night guards O Lady my holy ghost,
Records your deeds of hours and your dark game,
When I sleep my ghost visits me your secret post,
Your thought music reflects in your weak frame,

Around our neck is present a solid natural seal,
Earth atoms record our deeds but we cannot feel

Let us divide love among loveless on the way,

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Let us divide love among loveless on the way,
Yea! None throws love full rays to that ugly face
Charity: the poor’s right we must happily pay,
And with our holy eyes at them we must gaze,
Love like a fine glass exposes her glorious rays,
But reflects the painted beauty with double face,
Hidden from the eyes, the secrets, I do amaze,
Then love spreads on earth new love to trace,
I accept you with the stains in hope to mend,
All types of evils, but I fail in my holy aim,
Women’s nature mighty, change your trend
But I fail to correct them, I openly do claim

I trust woman’s love but not her natural fault,
That changes earthly things as mountain salt

Saucy youth knows not what she has done,

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Saucy youth knows not what she has done,
Shame and conscious voice bring action fruit,
Unfair thoughts put to action, do always shun,
But in old age our all actions in lone we hoot,
What is weakness? Our fault, and all evils, seed,
All make faults but women make like a child,
People do not accept it but it is my solid creed,
Women’s lust for pride, nature is more mild,
Lust controls women’s wit and freezes reason,
Greed lives in heart and jealousy sits on the nose,
Both greed and lust, both to women’s treason,
Good days bring joys, bad day brings sorrows,

Your beauty thief, robs my wary wit and thought,
Making friendship with you, death gallows brought

Why did you tell a lie to come yester night?

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Why did you tell a lie to come yester night?
Thus you change my cozy sleep into hell,
But in dream I see your dim pale sight,
Waling side by side I know your nature well,
Lying in love, not fair, you surely ignore it,
It does not injure body, but it injures soul,
And brings dishonor to the lovers’ wary wit,
But beauty witch women’s pretty wit control,
Your immoral actions in public give grief,
But you repent no it I get a heavy loss,
More teases me in lone your shame relief,
All wise know it well what is in the cross?

Love tears: pearls flowing from pretty eyes,
Putting around the neck arms all dead arise

Many a cute faces in my life I have seen,

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Many a cute faces in my life I have seen,
Killingly silently wits with lazar beauty rays,
Falling from the bough ripened, not fully green,
Hard iron is melt by the naked beauty gaze,
Sighs clouds cover wit soon with smoke,
Falling beauty vapors burn wisdom anon,
Flying crow over the head beauties mock,
I know love is free from the worldly canon,
Your painted beauty deceives a chary brain,
Your labor sweats on your cheeks do swim,
I see from your eyes warm the falling rain,
Thus with woes and wail I my heart trim

Beauty appeals to passions controlling reason,
As spring beauty cheats birds in spring season

O Rose to my soul, come now, to console,

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O Rose to my soul, come now, to console,
You will come when death will take away,
My body lying in grave, a horrible dark hole,
And you will then make my last body survey,
Compare not my lines with the mortal pen,
Future wealth my verse for you free of time,
Claw, higher men know it well but lower men,
I have written in verses yours and mine crimes,
Wisdom in my words as wrinkles on the face,
My will word in the word, puzzle common wit,
Shallow wisdom reading it adds wit’s grace,
Foolish searches surface wisdom lies in the pit.

Who surpasses me in verse, time decides it soon,
All will die an earth but my verse out of ruin

Your bosom shining more than evening moon light,

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Your bosom shining more than evening moon light,
Eve stars borrows light from your coral breasts,
Control human destiny, crimes and physical plight,
Merry light mountains spring from the pink crest,
You many a sins have done in the name of love,
A false pursuit of false mind in the darkest land,
Finding nothing beating air in quest of kid-glove,
Building ideal cot with words bricks on the sandy,
You are wary but our actions are controlled,
By the modern ethics, not by God but set by men,
But my Sweetie our all actions on earth are sold,
But our thoughts are conjured by money pen,

Your mind is fixed but my thoughts time change,
But your actions O Lady on earth out of range.

When I am summoned up in dream by my cold past,

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When I am summoned up in dream by my cold past,
Wearing black dress standing all in the long rows,
Falling eye drops and rising breath smoke, Aghast,
Blood coming from the eyes in bowing head pose,
All black with different faces, mirror of my thought
Running circle within the circle but the centre is one,
All reflect my future dark towns my soul caught,
Looking at the sight of fade hope into coals turn,
Emotions turn to blood, then one piteous sigh,
And anon terror prevails in my body and soul,
Looking all dead turning into new shapes all night,
Frozen my will and soul: under black power control,

Sigh within the sigh reveals, a new shifting trend,
But by deceiving, take not my curse, o cute friend,

When I am disgraced by women’s saucy eyes,

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When I am disgraced by women’s saucy eyes,
Peeping behind the thoughts exist women’s hate,
Bemoaning my curses heaven touching cries,
Terrible the duller soul and more hard my fate,
Hopes remain hope and reality is a dark dream,
Wish shadow far away from me when I brood,
All wishes burn and turn into mouth steam,
Nor my breath nor my sight smoke turns rude,
I sitting among the willow trees weep all lone,
None around me but your image in the mind eye,
Kissing your red, red lips satisfying my groan,
And your sullen face reveals your inner sky,

Do not weep my traitor love, your saucy eyes I mope,
Your rude painted beauty style burns my pretty hope