Thursday, March 30, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

Looking at a girl wearing a sorrow-veil,
Singing her pretty song her tender lay,
Drooping eyes full of tears tell her tale,
Why has she been from her love away?
I gaze on her cute face for a long time,
With the day’s tired eyes sit by her side,
Like a mom-less child she was in prime,
Weeping eyes tell me all wills have died.
It was my last dying and doleful desire,
Be off saying me your dream come true,
To dance wisdom puppets pull the wire,
Till the final days never touch you woe.

My love I leave you in fame farm alone,
So enjoy forever respect now I am gone