Tuesday, June 20, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

289
As the moon light falls on the black beads,
In the dark night, when sleeping we are,
And the farmers in chill grow tiny seeds,
As the evening gun fire in the fatal war,
Both the light produces pity and fear,
In the listeners’ and watchers’ heart,
The first happy and second brings tears,
In eyes, both are my sweet Lady life-part,
Just in dream your sweet and lovely face,
Diverts my attention to my sweet past,
Compels me to write and adds more grace,
In my pretty words and I write more fast,

Your sweet name keeps me alive all day,
And guides me when I go to any wrong way,