Sunday, October 30, 2016

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

180
I’ve buried my love in your soft bosom,
You’ve done it before my winsome will,
Your love was cheat plus your twosome,
Now like a bull cry my poor heart shrill.
I bury just live wishes not all deal o fair,
In your will-grave for the second birth,
Now give me the wish crown you wear,
And you with false beauty rule the earth.
On the Day of Judgment my will, will take,
A new birth with new shape will be young,
Roaming with pixies near the Pishon Lake,
That is why my poor death bell I have rung.

Lie lies in women but hot love in cute girl,
I love all young women my love is churl.