Monday, May 8, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

343
A man marries just to protect his weak frame,
A foolish idea of making mortal to immortal,
But in this matter more hard inner self to tame,
But more easy than this to break brass portal,
Men’s bones, buildings made of stone and steel,
Can never make men immortal history shows,
All are decayed on earth by time cruel wheel,
Men’s flesh is rotten when sex hunger grows,
All finish but on the earth remains the name,
Blend of pretty words never dies on the globe,
Words the soul of God, a crucial time game,
Time steals all but cannot pretty words rob.

Leave words on earth, neither wealth nor issues,
These for you after death create wail and woes