Friday, July 21, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

29
Today we eat tomorrow will be eaten:
By loathsome termites in the darkest cell,
To purge dross from the souls are beaten:
Then are they sent to the Heaven’s dell?
Love refines soul; soul is God’s decree,
That runs in blood to control our actions,
Ah! Good or bad rests on will, be free,
And every action has its own reactions.
Living on earth proves His utter being.
We are shadow of  real image of night,
Souls are seeing souls shadows are fleeing,
All things are the slaves of your Aster light.

Our love rules when everyone shall parish,
My fingers record you to me you are cherish.