Thursday, July 27, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

50
I saw you rose last night in my dream,
Your Eton crop and lovely talking eyes,
Stealing my soul through the eye-beam,
Would that my soul went to the skies
Your smiling face and your innocent talk,
Shapes my poetic trends in different ways,
All belles jealous seeing your pretty stalk,
Looking at the eyes flies my poetic craze.
I immortalize you through my lovely rime
My love never dies by the hand of time,
Coming generation knows me a love-sign,
Your love echoes in soul like vesper chime.

Would that my soul flew resting in your arms,
And my grave be your eyes to avoid the worms