Thursday, October 27, 2016

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

155
If you ponder on God it is just a word,
What is word?  The reflection of God,
Words cleft light from darkness I heard,
All branches of peas spring from a pod,
Words award fame but the tongue shame,
Visions appear in words frame of thought,
Visions first than words the secret of fame,
How vision working process I surely got.
Each word strikes our brain’s tiny cells,
Sweet words maintain charm bad break,
The pendulum of wave all creative hells
Of wonder diseases that we all do take

No disease on earth but our negative perk,
That breaks body rhythm with a mighty jerk.