Thursday, June 29, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

434
Your cunning eyes and rosy cheeks me teach,
How to praise eternal beauty in impressive rimes,
Brings immortal conceptions for my pen to preach,
Among the whole unskilled writers of modern times
My Muse never forgets the brave ladies and knights,
Who reformed all moral evils on earth for paradise?
Defeated the monsters of evils in thousands of fights
I listen to my Muse still, all innocent hue and cries
Beauty God’s perfect art, why not on earth spreading,
In past and modern times, beauty was misunderstood,
Men misuse God’s craftsmanship, in history heading,
Murder and destruction of stone, steel, iron and wood

When I think of your beauty I recall God’s perfect skill,
Among all the creatures on earth, men is imperfect still