Thursday, August 10, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

Birds fly to Heaven to touch the moon,
But all are eaten by the hunter eagle,
If not so they die due to hunger soon,
As a fish is caught by a clever seagull
I wear love manacles all day you call,
People call me loony and throw pebbles,
With tearing clothes on the road me haul,
Say nothing but call you in many rabbles.
In your pretty silky arms I want to die,
So that my poor soul in heaven may rest,
Would that I died without tears and sigh,
O my sweet love, receive me as a guest.

True love never fails do remember this,
Earthly heaven lies in my beloved’s kiss.