Saturday, May 28, 2016

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

378
Tired of day’s work when I do lay on my night bed
Your image floats all night in my poor sunken eyes,
Owing to sleeplessness poor soul bit by bit turns red,
Yea! When I think my love is dying I do fall and rise
To watch your face I wait all day for the darker night
As hungry cuckoo’s kids crying in the nest for food
Painful wait hurts bit by bit my power words’ flight
Your thoughts purify my verse, my words are crude,
When I open eyes the sun breaks my sweet vision
Then in my poor eyes all day I do search for you
Your twinkling image in my balls makes confusion
Ah! Either your love is false or my life full of woe

When slumber into my poor eyes leisurely creeps
Your pretty soul through my eyes in my heart sleeps