Thursday, March 30, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

214
What a life the oldest churchyard dome,
All dying willful will echoes echo in it ever,
Like the poor ghosts that live in the tomb,
Life is sweeter but luck pleasures devour,
Life is a tussle between good and bad,
No life in woman’s love do love it more,
The more you love the more you glad,
As fish in the water of a pebbled shore
Life is a thought the thought never dies,
The stars that give us light rule our soul,
By an unseen thread the thread glorifies,
Our pretty life thread constitutes our goal.

Life is a name of thought they are stored,
In the microcosmic world with it I am bored.