Thursday, May 26, 2016

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

When I see in the glass I recall my happy days,
When I see silver in the hair wrinkles on your face,
I waste my whole life making my mistress’ praise,
Time steals your youth and your heavenly grace,
Youth goes, silver in hair but anger still the same.
When I see in your eyes growing love in vain,
Dying vital force in veins, your excuse is lame,
When I kiss your cheeks I feel a shooting pain,
Yea, Time steals not beauty but anger devours it,
Anger your beauty canker, as vermin in the rose,
No plastic art can your beauty useless beauty kit,
Women’s beauty falls when naval hunger grows,

When your face lost beauty but preserves my verse
The world praises the rhymes you always me curse