Wednesday, June 14, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

112
The dove is hunted in my country no rule,
The hawk flies in streets with a long nail,
Stale meat in the beaks ignoring his yowl,
And all vultures standing on the way to hail
The lion leaving jungle roaming in the cage,
Forget preying whole animals live in cities,
Eat dead openly forgetting natural rag,
And have no courage to frighten the bees.
The lion makes revelry with a pretty deer,
And looses courage to rule the forest,
The jackals injure deers without any fear,
The lion dances on the call of hunter guest.

He does hunt his doves are being chased,
Looking at this keenly the hunter is amazed.