Sunday, March 19, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

161
Many a times jealous death I’ve thought,
You take my soul from my body one day,
When you do go with it while I have got,
An immortal soul without any fear sway
My soul is free from all earthly matters,
I have changed my soul into nothingness,
Just you can dust me not my love shatters,
After death my verses show you freshness.
There is no death but we take the taste,
Of death so we do sleep for a long time,
Awaking me seems my whole life I waste,
But shall be my name in my pretty rime

Oh! Poor death I am not afraid of you,
All are born to die but I am not is true.