Sunday, May 29, 2016

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

399
O my Lady I have locked you in my memory lock,
Your pretty youth will never fail in my mind eye,
Looking glass tells you hair shining like salt rock,
When poor death snatches you in mind you not die,
Your pretty youth goes with me my burial one day,
People will leave you with me in my grave all alone,
To make bill and coo forever with without any fray,
Earthworms will never touch our soul and no moan,
O Rose love grows in soul and reflects from tiny eyes,
Face: the mirror of thoughts, feelings and emotions,
When soul disturbs heart anon releases moan full cries,
Turing love to hate repenting on the past commotions,

All moral evils spring, not from heart but from poor past,
Jealousy and greed, hate and love and fear make soul blast