Wednesday, June 28, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

When heart weeps, tears float on the face and in eyes,
Man talks to self in lone and listens self to hue and cry,
Man looks like a stone in glass when true love soul flies,
Man watches like smoke going whore’s love to the sky,
When whore’s erotic eyes survey the lover’s heart in lone,
Her beauty rays cleave his heart now going to utter loss,
Her caressing hands touching body leaves behind moan,
When man roosts in heart remains Skelton look in glass,
Love grief or hunger performs the same job on this earth,
Both sharpen wisdom as the stone whet the beak of crow
Love, nothing but self deceit, love your being since birth,
Love canker of soul and pest of heart my words you trow

Your false love injuring my poor love, you a pretty pert
Your cute eyes deceive my heart and your coquettes hurt