Thursday, June 8, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

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Ah! Some go before and some go after,
Alas! We are born to die none can refuse,
Those who forget death make laughter
And happy in Heavens the lovers of muse
Death perishes all love remains the same,
But all the lovers have to lick the dust,
The thoughts I compose in my verse frame,
Read it or not but you buy darling it is must.
The life experience I write in my verse,
The soul experience can't be written here,
Writing them in verse walking on embers,
Its all credit goes to my beloved’s care.

Listen all the worlds is the errand of time,
But the time can’t perish my love in rhyme.