Wednesday, June 28, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

O my Lady I have locked you in my memory lock,
Your pretty youth will never fade in my mind eye,
Looking glass tells you hair shining like salt rock,
When poor death snatches you in mind you not die,
Your pretty youth goes with my burial one day,
People will leave you with me in my grave alone,
To make bill and coo with me without any fray,
Earthworms never touch our soul and no moan,
Love grows in soul and reflects from tiny eyes,
Face: of men the mirror of thoughts, emotions,
When soul disturbs heart releases moan full cries,
Turning love to hate repenting on the commotions,

All moral and physical evils spring from evil past,
Hate and love, tears and fear make our soul blast