Wednesday, April 26, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

252
Do take back your o Lady your love is false,
Your love raindrops beautifully fall on all,
A blessing for all being my poor heart it calls,
You: a passion slave, it is my poor love fall,
You receive my love but receiving it you burn,
In the fire of falsity, and throws my love ash,
In your room dust bin, keep O Lady in hate urn,
For the coming lovers, you my poor love smash,
You steal my soul and make me half dead,
Buried in wish grave could not reach to the sky,
Seeing by the soul eyes, rising dead cowered fled,
Reality hidden in veil of atoms does fail if you try,
                                                                 
Love had no being but its being is holy soul,
Nor tears nor sighs but passions love control