Monday, October 24, 2016

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

107
My lines forever mortal is my being,
I leave here my love in lines for you,
Ah! Like a spindle my age is fleeing,
My death will prove my love was true.
I leave you leaving ah no issue kind,
I think more but find no faithful mate,
So about wooing I change my mind,
My issues my lines these are great
Ah marriage: the union of two souls
If not this so that marriage is a curse
Her body is your mind with other strolls
Follow my mind and my style is terse

O! Lady after my death you shall find
All traitor lovers but none to you kind