Sunday, March 19, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

167
Spend smiles less and keep for old age,
When none gives you this precious gift,
Your smiles are locked in the year cage,
And you do feel its worth when you drift.
Ask the mirror where goes your smile?
That bound the heart leaves you forever,
None is ready to kiss none awaits awhile,
And your false pride time waves devour.
My sweet love in old age you do realize,
In your sweet vision a pretty scarecrow,
Attract playing kids with the hollow eyes,
Now youth love lays in the wrinkles I trow.

Each wrinkle a tale on the wrinkled face,
Time does write it to enhance your grace.