Wednesday, November 2, 2016

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

Hidden stops and clutches, your beauty paws,
Sucking back blood watering the dying eyes,
More naughty and grave your deceiving claws,
Feeble cannot face kiss heat and never survives,
The Phoenix leaves his beauty print in old age,
And for the lover’s snare your wrinkled face,
Wonder looking at her beauty age fellow sage,
With time circle her straggling lessens her grace,
Tears: not with jealous smile looking in the air,
Sometime peeps through your mind silly lips,
Coloring them with red hue looks more fair
That enhances your grace and the beauty tips,

Add face beauty to beauty but will one day die,
But you betray me, on your false promise, I fie!