Monday, October 24, 2016

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

I have lost all in love and got none,
Even your face false smile for a mo
Who can claim it that I have won?
If someone does his life full of woe
Harlot a cute bitch who smells away,
The smell of thought how to deceive,
Sleeping on bed mood must be gay,
To kill your ego makes you conceive
To write experiences my love compels,
For all readers as a golden advice,
In undying words before my death bells,
Read my words carefully if you are wise.

Heat under waist may not be controlled,
Do act upon the rules what I have told.