Thursday, June 29, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

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O My Poor heart! Let us go where unknown to all
No one asked us from here where you have come
This cruel and callous world free of ruth, full of gall,
Man: More than any other thing on earth winsome,
We read and read but do not gaze what is in man,
Complex more than universe but easy for holy heart,
In the churches and mosques God’s gift we profane,
And sell Eve’s daughters and her chastity in the mart
First learn its language simple and more complex
Let us Friend come and read holy hearts’ inner lines,
Of force and meaning hard and mild as iron and wax
Written in codes making perfect in complex trines,

O Rose, Read your inner heart: the inner core of life,
Inner heart: life force as on earth man and cute wife