Wednesday, June 21, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

302
When you leave for campus early morn to teach,
With dashing garb, colored scarf around her face,
Hanging bag on the shoulders enhancing grace,
As a mermaid singing in sad mood on sandy beach,
Yea! Your glow on the face and your talking eyes,
Your hoopoe dancing stalk at campus with trust,
Your long hair spreading on your protruding breast,
Your lips and black eyes in which love fall and rise
To know your heart ponder over your cute pink ring,
Frisking like sparrow left and right all day I you find,
Your thinking reveals your rosy cheeks none to kind,
Most cruel for lovers, killing love like gallows strong,

But I see treason in your cunning eyes O Rose tonight,
That shows me clearly, crushing my youth love might