Friday, May 12, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

442
In my tattered being you may four seasons behold
Autumn, spring, winter and summer in my being
Memories of all seasons smiling on face like gold
My sunken eyes and cheeks, capture time fleeing
I see winter on face and spring in my sullen eyes
I see autumn in cheeks and summer in my bosom
Seasons change every tear with no hue and cries
All seasons sweet but sweeter autumn blossom
Youth traitor like love compromise with cruel age
Hide self in face furrows and in cheeks’ trench
When love leaves old man leaves just behind rage
That eats his cute being sitting on memory bench

When youth shines in cute eyes and on maiden cheek
Love peeps through eyes making bold old and weak