Tuesday, June 20, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

291
Sweet Lady, You can see me, but cannot touch,
Yea!  I am the solitary roaming spirit of earth,
Always I come to you when you in danger much,
As life pain reaches from the heaven in baby birth
Good souls go in the heaven and bad go in hell,
When they are burnt in the hell with dreary fire,
After this they are thrown forever in hell to dwell,
But in heaven all pleasures and free of God’s ire,
With which the fairies deck heads sitting on beds,
Dancing all night wearing white heavenly attire
As enjoy all on earth glorious blessed newlyweds,
Carrying in their hearts no hate and jealousy fire

Come here, come here, and leave this jealous world,
Earth for you prison, here we are living like a bird