Thursday, May 26, 2016

JH sayyar's Sonnets

322
When I fall in love of my past golden days,
I recall my youth free of all wails and woes,
I waste my life making my mistress’ praise,
I get nothing but find in my lap many a rues,
All faces do float in my deep memory lake,
Dim and shine as a pretty fish in wavy ocean
Their talking fall on my head like white flake
Sometime I recall my mistress’ commotion
O God, past memories burn my heart like hell,
As sinful are burnt in the hell fire of stone,
Never quenching fire more heat I cannot tell,
My whole bitter past my vision has me shown,

Ah! Past visions make men young in old age,
As the pretty faces make the duller more sage