Thursday, May 11, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

Ah! One day I see in my vision three pretty shadows
Of childhood, youth and old age wearing black robs
Childhood wears white, youth red, old age black goes,
Before me one by one weeping with sighs and sobs,
I try to recognize the shadows all but dim eyes fail
In knowing them who they are running before sight,
When I gaze and more gaze and I do all of them hail,
In the name of time before it fly mountains like kite,
The first shadow of my lady’s youth now has gone,
Yea! Like ghost and wears a new dress of silly youth
Takes a new crown of silver on head with bitter moan,
Hate and love leave the heart now wisdom and ruth,

H! Merciless Time changes youth in old age bit by bit
And proves useless in old age O Lady costly beauty kit