Tuesday, July 4, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

462
Oh Lady you think self high and mighty vain thought
Ah! All good things come to an end, do not be proud
Of your beauty, listen, beauty is a skin deep you got
Words capture conscious of the women in the crowd
Time changes, none enjoys always bear and skittles
Everything looks easy but not within the elbow reach
Foolish: those who think life sweet pleasure brittles
Wise man follow time trends other Epicurean preach
Everyday men leaving the earth flying to the blue sky
Death sees nothing beauty less or as fair as a red rose
When Angles land on the earth to take someone high
Looking at with eagle eye men in hearts evil grows

Your beauty deceives men here but not Death Angle
By any means but rancor leads men to utter tangle