Thursday, July 27, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

44
Love-tears are pious than a pious man,
Lovers are saints we all know it better,
When the lovers happy see heart cancan,
Love knows no bound happy in the tatter.
Neither can you buy love nor is it bought:
It is in blood two pious refined soul echoes.
After a hundred years a true love I sought,
Heart falls in a fit when my mistress goes.
On the cinder path lovers can easily walk,
As all sea birds over the sea fly to and for
You live anywhere but our souls’ daily talk
And all true souls never sleep for a mo.

You want to kill me, kill me with your loath
All call you traitor but I trust in your oath!