Thursday, June 29, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

442
In my tattered being you may four seasons behold
Autumn, spring, winter and summer in my being
Memories of all seasons smiling on face like gold
My sunken eyes and cheeks, capture time fleeing
I see winter on face and spring in my sullen eyes
I see autumn in cheeks and summer in my bosom
Seasons change every year with no hue and cries
All seasons sweet but sweeter autumn blossom
Youth traitor like love compromise with cruel age
Hide self in face furrows and in cheeks’ trench
When love leaves old man leaves just behind rage
That eats his being sitting on the memory bench

When youth shines in eyes and on the maiden cheek
Love peeps through the eyes making bold the weak