Friday, May 12, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

446
A perfect love lives in heart and peeps through eyes
When true love grows in soul and never becomes old
When love sits on the brow woman forgets hue and cry
Woman’s sweet, sweet words turns love iron into gold
Love has no thought of self, forgets pain and pleasure
A true love heals wounded hearts without any herb
Its secret lies in good volition, yea do think in leisure
But a woman’s love full of doubts does always perturb
But When I think thousand of grieves lie in a love rind
Tormenting body and soul all night with a bed vow
When heart full of love woes how can lovers sing?
Wail and woe standing on the way in a pretty row

If you have love grief in heart, divide it among friends
Love experience tells you how to tame untamed trends