Wednesday, June 21, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

320
My mistress’ eyes shine like stars in the sky,
My mistress’ beauty infuses soul into dead,
Looking at my mistress’ beauty all lovers die,
Ruthful thoughts in her soul Nature has fed,
After dressing up when my mistress does walk,
Heaven smiles from the above looking at her pace,
Enhancing earthly beauties awesome her stalk,
Yea! Like a pixy her foot marks none can trace,
One day surely, my mistress’ beauty will fly,
Silver in her hair and wrinkles on her cheeks,
The glass will tell her wrinkles symbolizing lie,
None will kiss you O Rose even once in a week.

When face beauty dies tongue beauty protect you,
If your thoughts are pure lies, you will die in rue.