Thursday, March 30, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

O blind love be off from my sweet eyes,
I have made tired of self-living with you,
To walk with a stick morning to sunrise,
To feed you like a babe such a life poo.
I sacrifice years to make you young,
Now I am old you have left me all alone
In love desert how sweet is your tongue,
Deceives my soul now my tears moan
What I see is stored in my brain box,
That makes me young in sullen days,
Life depends on will so the will mocks,
At old men like me to be young craze.

Don’t love but once to collect memories,
For the rusty days to lighten the worries