Thursday, June 22, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

354
When my poor heart weep, tears float in both eyes,
Rolling on the cheeks falling down on the ground,
I see daily desires wailing with the sobs and sighs,
In dark and dreary night I hear no bird pretty sound,
The lover’s being is useless here better not to be here,
Finding around me callous people I curse my fate,
The third eye sees woes to follow the lover in pair,
Woe over woe like sea waves following with the bait,
O Rose what I find in your love nothing but sorrows,
All day my poor heart waits for you with ruthful eyes,
I talk to the empty space remembering your false vows
Your love deaf cannot hear the lover’s heart cries

When silver in your silky hair O Lady! You will feel,
Then cruel time will not listen to your rueful appeal