Friday, July 21, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

13
When I feel that I do not trust n you:
Do listen! O my Love I will die soon,
If you get the second forgetting the vow
It is the lover’s lot and beloved’s ruin.
I am sure you cannot hide all secrets,
Your ascendant tells me about you all.
Take my pleasures give your regrets.
I die with them and you enjoy the ball.
Me seem you are losing interest in me,
And my love is growing with the time
Ah! Separation from you I cannot dree,
If you deceive me I will die in prime.
You know waiting consoles a sad heart,
A false love dies when love-wishes dart.