Thursday, June 29, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

436
When I see in the cruel time glass my trenched face,
Furrows on my cheeks and trenched on my forehead,
My conscious tells me my Lady has stolen my grace,
My youth shines on her face when her youth is dead,
When I see in mind mirror I find my love is young
Sitting on the bow of love in the shadows of looks,
Looking at earthly fairness my love opens its tongue
Shining earthly love in the pretty shadows of brooks;
When time steals our youth, love remains the same
Wrapping self in tattered dress, sitting in the center
Watching our actions, laughing at our weak frame
When silver shines on head, time comes to banter

Women’s love fickle like earthly beauty and grace
The fools in fickle frames, why immortality trace