Friday, May 12, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

433
O My Lady! The tongue sings your praise is mute,
The eyes that enjoy your beauty go utterly blind,
My hands cannot write your praise, do not impute,
My will and wit both are weak, and not to me kind,
Now I sing your praise in lone, heart and concept,
Have hands to write but lacks power to sing praise,
Of your Helen beauty now my mute mind, accept,
Now you have gone far away leaving woeful days,
Drinking the poison of separation, my wit goes nuts,
Without light, eyes full of tears, motionless my lips,
As in dark and dreary nights sleeping kids in huts,
Chilly night and winter waves innocent beauty rips

When I compare your beauty with silvery old age,
Time decays youth but your beauty in mind cage