Sunday, October 30, 2016

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

162
When I see in the glass I am confused,
A wrinkled face, sunken eyes with muse,
But the riper thoughts make me amused,
That sorrows into soul pleasures infuse.
All matter gets change through the sun,
Our thoughts spring from modern matter
Changes time to time showing a wonder fun,
The more you ponder for you the better.
Now I see my body bowing to my feet,
My thoughts are young like a cheeky whore,
On this wonder all my senses me greet,
A heavenly muse into mind they pore.

What is life thinking? Thinking is our age,
Time cages years into a wrinkled cage.