Friday, June 16, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

156
Beauty edge cleaves my heart you think,
You think I love you but it is not true,
Owing to your doings I can’t sleep a wink,
I write your fickle vows to be sick of you.
Beauty breeds sins, the sin breeds charm,
Of various colors roaming on wide earth,
The wisest shun but the foolish get harm,
Life force destroyer is every beauty birth.
I think an honest beauty never deceiving,
The beauty that betrays may perish soon,
False loves on earth we all are receiving,
We call it love but crying to the moon.

Beauty is nothing but the lovers think it so,
In search of happiness we all receive woe.