Tuesday, November 1, 2016

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

217
Man is like a pretty puppet’s shadow,
The shadow's shadow the real is hidden,
As spring beauties before spring in meadow,
As sin-charms lie in life that were forbidden
The couple broke the first day vow made sin,
They were the first sin makers in Paradise,
No mistake but was feed Eve’s heart to win,
So the sin circle of Eve the world beautifies.
Death is the messenger of our all actions,
Nothing but keeps our records up to date,
Without it the sinful cannot get perfections,
So the binder death we must not it hate

Woman, wealth and sex weaken man’s creed,
A weak faith the cause of death and life greed