Monday, May 30, 2016

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

403
Alas! We roam on earth like a cut kite in the sky,
No one knows where to go but the swift upper air,
Tears its being into pieces no one listens to its cry,
Just like our beings are torn by means of unfair,
Earning, eating and sleeping we do day and night,
Ignoring Day of Judgment considering life long,
We aimlessly ling on earth aimlessly daily fight,
In greed gloom fighting sounded a death gong,
O Lady come, join me in tracing out birth aim,
Our age is short life is long no end of human life
Living on earth forever, forever no one can claim,
We spend our days and nights in making strife,

We have wasted our thousands of precious days,
Forgetting our beings and making others’ praise