Wednesday, June 21, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

305
When I fall on my bed after toiling to sleep,
You sleep with me your love is in my eyes,
Night, a balm of sorrow, I forget not in seep,
You, when I awake face mundane woe-cries
Let me live in the eyes, and sit under the shade,
On your long hair resting on your coral breast,
Of the jealous world, my poor being is afraid,
But in love I find, that is tart and bitter no rest,
O Rose, you change love as grave changes dead,
I see countless lovers resting in your traitor ball,
Half dead with false promise floor wearing shred
Each night a new lover you prey to on pretty call,

Ah! Happy are those who find true love on earth,
My love, not my love, I am with her since my birth