Sunday, March 19, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

When I see in the glass I am confused,
A wrinkled face, sunken eyes with muse,
But the riper thoughts make me amused,
That sorrows into soul pleasures infuse.
Matter does get change through the sun,
Our thoughts spring from the modern matter
Changes time to time showing a wonder fun,
The more you do ponder for you the better.
Now I do see my body bowing to my feet,
My thoughts are young like a cheeky whore,
On this wonder all my senses me do greet,
A heavenly muse into the mind they pore.

What is life thinking? Thinking is our age,
Time cages years into a wrinkled cage.