Saturday, June 24, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

368
O Lady! I think your love will dissolve my woes,
Like some water drops falling on the heated pan,
But love proves my being canker adds more rues,
Melts my flesh and bone as melt iron Hebrew Dan,
Neither love in mistress’ heart nor in mistress’ eyes,
Neither love is sold in mart nor can it be bought,
True love lives in dog-heart is known to the wise,
Sweet talks in cage builds trust love parrot taught,
Searching for true love my black hair turns grey,
I frisk the four corners in search of the true love,
Every lady gives air of love in a different way,
Ah! A true love written in fate from the above

Neither love being present nor love being on earth,
It is self deceit of lover! It is awarded from above