Tuesday, October 25, 2016

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

139
O fate weep not good days are coming,
Flying around you like a tamed pigeon,
Weeping eyes ponder pointing something,
I see their dancing in my hellish vision.
Your memory encourages in sullen days,
And overwhelming love looks your face,
Then O lady my poor heart for you prays,
Making you immortal my being to efface
The world is cruel more I'm gentleman,
Forgives soon those who do me wrong,
Therefore my jealous friend is my fan,
After me sing a heart-warming song

Woes behind love teaches this lessons,
None can write in lines love expressions.