Monday, May 8, 2017

JH Sayyar's sonnets

When I think in your eyes my love is dying,
My poor heart weeps for your changing trend,
Searching for new love my moor heart is crying,
All come back to its root o my traitor friend,
Change your mind but never change my love,
Change your nice dress and change beauty kit,
Change will with time not love o my kidglove,
For evening bill and coo some day by me sit,
O Lady, change hates into love; go door to door,
Change love changing women’s trend with will,
Change the world anger, not love, I do implore
Your changing love wants my poor love to kill.

O Rose! Day by day changing love, women’s fall,
Your love is  my being but the canker to your pall