Friday, June 16, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

159
What is love the death of pretty reason?
What is hate the force of your passion,
Always love for habit makes treason,
And you feel change in your expression.
Hate activates hands charge naval force,
It opens the third eye to see miles away,
If you follow it you can’t lost your cause,
If you lose your love not hate I say.
A woman’s love kills your life aim,
Soul weak, wit puzzle, eyes see nothing,
So you are blind and you lose the game,
And live you all alone on earth to sing.

First your wit flies in love then your sight,
Love grief day by day loses your might