Sunday, May 7, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

302
When you leave for campus early morn to teach,
With dashing garb, colored scarf around her face,
Hanging bag on shoulders enhancing your grace,
As mermaid singing in sad mood on sandy beach,
Yea! Your glow on face and your ever talking eyes,
Your hoopoe dancing stalk at campus with trust,
Your long hair spreading on your protruding breast,
Your lips and black eyes in which love fall and rise
To know your heart ponder over your cute pink ring,
Frisking like sparrow left and right all day I you find,
Your thinking reveals your rosy cheeks none to kind,
Most cruel for lovers, killing love like gallows strong,

But I do see treason in your cunning eyes O Rose tonight,
That shows me clearly, destroying my youth love might