Monday, December 25, 2017

When my poor heart weep, tears float in both eyes,



SONNET  354
When my poor heart weep, tears float in both eyes,
Rolling on the cheeks falling down on the ground,
I see daily desires wailing with the sobs and sighs,
In dark and dreary night I hear no bird pretty sound,
The lover’s being is useless here better not to be here,
Finding around me callous people I curse my fate,
The third eye sees woes to follow the lover in pair,
Woe over woe like sea waves following with the bait,
O Rose what I find in your love nothing but sorrows,
All day my poor heart waits for you with ruthful eyes,
I talk to the empty space remembering your false vows
Your love deaf cannot hear the lover’s heart cries

When silver in your silky hair O Lady! You will feel,
Then cruel time will not listen to your rueful appeal