Thursday, June 8, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

2
My mistress, weep not, when I am dead,
But how will you know about my demise?
When you feel boring sleeping on the bed,
If my picture be dim in eyes my love dies.
You can’t attend my funeral you live away.
Come on my tomb with bowing eyes Fair
I shall wait for you something secret to say:
You know my verses people know it rare.
My sweetie the sole owner of my literature,
She is authorized to enjoy name and fame:
You have permit plus my written signature,
So that after death people could not game.

My innocent Lady from the world be wary,
Care for your beauty your beauty is chary