Tuesday, June 20, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

298
I am sitting among the morning flower petals,
All, all alone but with my sad gloomy heart,
Both are feeling fatigue as soldiers in battle,
That is of their battle lives most essential part,
Then my poor heart feels a painful pleasure,
Spring comes always when your golden hair,
That through my tender words cannot measure,
It does flourish when you are present there,
Waters to my barren heart green grassy plot,
O my happy, happy Lady you and I do feel
The flower of my thought from which I got
That does change always my fortune wheel

Your love lies in me as smell in the flower
Your memories for my poor love the dower