Sunday, May 7, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

319
I see faithfulness in dream wearing a black garb,
Sitting in the poor’s hut on the pillow sullen face,
Tattered dress, wrinkled cheeks, on the neck barb,
But my third eye watches, her being full of grace,
Loyalty, the trust of soul lives in the lover’s soul,
Woman; a goddess of love and its beauty is carol,
Shining like ruby looking through the window sill,
Her trust in God her all actions on earth control
I do find all women fair but increasing naval lust,
Changes heaven into hell anon as my wisdom spies,
Spreading orgasm billows break the lover’s trust,
Die all grosser wishes and behind remain love cries.

When women fall in love cannot see lovers’ fault,
And does lose maidenhood by naval lust assaults