Thursday, June 22, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

335
When your pretty being leaves no issue behind,
Your unused beauty inter with you in the tomb,
Where the earthworms will be to you more kind,
Better you not come here you stay in the womb,
You, your cute being on earth, do not customize,
Going against the nature wish your rebellious will,
Injures your pretty soul that from the tomb cries
Leave behind your print unused your beauty still,
To tame you for the issues my efforts go in vain,
My love labor lost in thinking what to do now,
Your false love vow with my being proves feign,
I fall in your pretty love and I do not know, how?

O my Lady love your being, love your issues late,
Your thinking is more narrow, cruel is your fate