Thursday, May 26, 2016

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

328
When gentle rain falls with cool and sweet breeze,
Me seems my Lady’s tears fall from eyes on cheeks,
In your sad eyes I see some sorrows that increase,
My gloom of day and night for thousands of weeks,
When I do recall your youth still fresh like rose,
Love dews falling on cheeks love full words on lip,
I feel gloom when you turn her face and love goes,
Leaving me in wail and owe losing my love grip.
O Lady! You will leave me but my image will go,
With your being like your shadow goes side by side,
Sometime short, sometime long in an evening row,
You can hide your love, but shadow cannot hide.

True love; a shadow of lover’s being, do follow you,
It records all your deeds in lone if my love is true