Thursday, June 15, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

143
When I see myself in the mirror of past,
I see the blunders shining like tiny stars,
No way to mend them thinking this aghast,
Lying at my feet as the dead in the wars
The past losses follow not you till death,
If no past the future seems to be dark,
And go with us when flies our breath,
When sensibility-fuse and soul spark
Do peep behind the past tells you more,
Your mistress’s blunders, errors and laps,
How many we mend knowingly or ignore,
If we do the same our ego tombs collapse

Have trust in self is the root of universe,
I write this secret for wise men in verse.