Wednesday, June 21, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

319
I see faithfulness in dream wearing a black garb,
Sitting in the poor’s hut on the pillow sullen face,
Tattered dress, wrinkled cheeks, on the neck barb,
But my third eye watches, her being full of grace,
Loyalty, the trust of soul lives in the lover’s soul,
Woman; a goddess of love and its beauty is carol,
Shining like ruby looking through the window sill,
Her trust in God her all actions on the earth control
I find all women fair but increasing the naval lust,
Changes heaven into hell anon as my wisdom spies,
Spreading orgasm billows break the lover’s trust,
Die all grosser wishes and remain behind love cries.

When women fall in love cannot see the lovers’ fault,
And loses maidenhood anon by the naval lust assaults