Tuesday, July 4, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

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When I see beauty sitting on the cute’ nose
Anger peeps through the eyes on lovely brow
As out of the mist in winter comes primrose
Weather beaten petals on lower branch grow
My mistress, see self beauty in looking glass
Will tell you beauty truth furrows on the face
You will die unwept you did not the print pass
My mistress, think time is stealing your grace
Keep in mind, those who hate lover virgin die
Nothing remains, beauty hides in lover’ eyes
Your plastic beauty is stolen by time will fly
Beauty here heavenly shadow of lover-sighs

Let your beauty bag be melted in dreary night
Let your shadows be shown with a full might