Sunday, October 30, 2016

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

167
Spend smiles less and keep for old age,
When none gives you this precious gift,
Your smiles are locked in the year cage,
And you feel its worth when you drift.
Ask the mirror where goes your smile?
That bound the heart leaves you forever,
None is ready to kiss none awaits awhile,
And your false pride time waves devour.
My sweet love in old age you do realize,
In your sweet vision a pretty scarecrow,
Attract playing kids with the hollow eyes,
Now youth love lays in wrinkles I trow.

Each wrinkle a tale on the wrinkled face,
Time writes it to enhance your face grace.