Thursday, March 30, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

191
All cocks in spring season in jovial mood,
Make gleeful notes forgetting old worry,
Why in lovely weather with me you rude,
All my evil days in the love grave I burry.
Your thinking changes with the season,
My loving heart be-weeps lone on the bed,
I do believe in fate yea! There is a reason.
My live willful wills I see them all dead.
What is luck? Nothing but a written will,
Unchanged may be changed like a truant,
As the tramps taught by kind motherly bill,
If the heavenly muse in leisure you grant.

My muse does fly with the wings of Muse,
Flying powers into soul your thoughts infuse.