Tuesday, June 20, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

295
Yea! She has died but who is O my God this?
Who is following me where day and night I go?
But my heart does not appreciates her relics,
If I have, I have kept them all at home in row,
But I wonder! A human shape how she did got,
Souls, not allowed to leave their birth place,
But why she hides from my eyes her lovely face,
How she reached and how she did me sought?
Or it is my fancy while I am not in day sleeping,
My senses are all active but rusty with thoughts,
In my night conception my dim eye you gloats
In search of you O Lady or it is my sullen lot,

Yea! Love and luck on earth always favors fools,
But young men’ weapons and old amen’s tools