Thursday, June 8, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

Others write praises but I write my muse,
That after my death guides the readers.
The words I’ve written make you confuse,
But nothing is new for the keen heeders.
To follow love, the love experience is due,
As milking a cow skill not the finger force,
All know it not but expert milkers a few,
Always the thieves of work get remorse.
All good words the slave of good notions,
Not good thoughts the slave of good words.
Words without thoughts just stir emotions
As the hunters’ tricks do deceive the birds.

I put wisdom into my meaningful verse,
I hate those who are my fame cut purse.