Monday, June 12, 2017

JH Sayyar's sonnets

34
God! Forgive my sins in past were made,
I am a man may make a lot of blunders,
Thinking of death my heart becomes fade.
Do receive my soul now she surrenders.
You listen in Heaven to the sinners’ voice.
Do protect my soul from the wrath of Hell.
Reaching you my sinful soul may rejoice,
Forgive me before ringing my death bell.
I know my life short and sins are more,
Like surf but limitless is your Providence,
God Heavenly light to my soul you pour,
To purge my soul I do call out you hence.

My God, give me victory over my soul,
So that I could shun middle beauty hole