Tuesday, June 20, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

Through my physical gestures, always me, follow,
You cannot touch me, My Dear I am a living soul,
But do not doubt me, and consider me not hollow,
As you know not the world, knows not my goal,      
Listen! Body remains here, soul flies to heaven,
For the culprit soul, why do you bitterly weep?
Nothing beats me but why do you always raven?
And saves the left-over and make a big heap,
Hunger kills me not but, men kill gentle hunger,
Saves all thing till death knows not what death,
Does Catch every person be old or be younger,
Men follow death but wealth does catch breath

Those who forget death on earth are not cleaver,
But foolish and in grave them earthworms devour