Friday, May 12, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

444
Come out of home my dear country brave youth
My country’s mother earth calling for all of you
All the coming souls weeping non how to soothe
They all are afraid of gloom spreading here true
Judges concubine of politicians in my country dear
Beau racy greedy of promotion, fond of sex and wine
My country mass; men and women full of hidden fear
My army and politicians both are money concubine
No justice in my country my poor eyes have seen
Since my birth but my eyes see injustice everywhere
All forget death, all greedy are in thinking green
All night my country intelligence sex and wine share

Those who loot country treasures, cannot take in grave
Dishonesty, carved on epitaph after death  for brave