Friday, May 27, 2016

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

344
What is life? Nothing, but a fatal game of fate,
What is fate? Nothing, but on earth human essays,
Bit by bit struggle on earth make all men great,
As flowers get perfume and crossing earthly phase,
The dawn of everyday appears with a new hope,
A Luckless joys bed but the fortune early awake,
Thus luck favors that dance with fortune rope,
But ill wives at home always make sighs and sobs,
I see luck working with fools and foolish men,
In files and fields in building made of pure steel,
Luck always makes the rich conscious a vile fen,
And guides the simple heart with a humble deal;

Those who follow fate and leave the efforts of hand,
Always remain in motion and motion makes grand