Monday, June 19, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

255
When I sleep in my couch with opened eyes,
They view hidden seven heavens and hells,
I hear beating with fire lash, the sinners’ cries,
No soul to rest there but more fires on all dells,
When I sleep my poor soul leaves my frame,
And watch you all night your heavenly face,
Sitting in the lovers’ shadow love to tame,
Hate sits in your eyes and adding more grace,
How turn you sweet love into bitter hate,
Human heart full of love, but hate devils’ vale,
Proving hate with argues and people call it fate,
No fate but laws of nature make men great,

If I see your face at night morn turns into day,
Your hate turns love day into night I surely say.