Thursday, June 22, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

348
When I fall on the thorny flowers, none me consoles,
Ah! Every part of my body injures when on it I crawl,
People partners of pleasures and leave all in life doles,
My beloved, my friend and my blood all prove traitor,
When woes encircle human beings first pleasures leave,
Then turn faces friends, lonesome bites my poor heart,
Tearful eyes, weeping heart and dying wishes all grieve,
All leave in the lurch when sorrows are pretty life part,
All flee from the scene, when woes face to face a sooth
Wisdom fails, eyes blind, then trust in God does work,
Opening my third eye I do curse my beloved’s youth,
Al last all sorrows and suffering infuse in the soul perk.

My beloved’s love takes me far away from the real life,
Thus I forget my friends and God now life full of strife