Thursday, June 8, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

15
There was a time when you were young,
Your pretty lips and cute talking eyes,
Your soft silky thighs and sweet tongue,
With the running time go to the skies.
Time devours all nothing leaves behind,
O Lady, remember all pretty past days;
But just dying reflections you will find,
Beauty looks me shadow when I do gaze.
Now a wrinkled face and sullen eyes I see,
Like a pale ghost looks like your cute face,
Leaving the womb for earth full of worry,
Everlasting those who their beings efface

Time does swallow all but afraid of fame,
In lot of love-hater's girl time writes shame.