Tuesday, June 20, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

282
Alas! When I recall all my past happy days,
My heart bitterly weeps, my eyes full of tears,
Looking at the present, full of sorrows, ways
Of my thinking, all my being’s hidden fears,
Fear of spiritual death, my soul is surrounded by
The matter, all around me affecting my brain,
Greed virus spreads in between the earth and sky,
All day we die spiritually physically in strain,
Men forget character and fall in women beauty,
It is locked in memory lock, but in the old age,
We unlock it in lonesome considering it duty,
Otherwise it remains in the memory secret cage

Collect in youth pleasure like honey bees, honey,
You can do window shopping with old age money