Friday, May 27, 2016

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

351
When my trenched face your ruthful eyes survey,
It is not my fault O Rose but the fault of cruel time,
Crooked knife of time makes my black hair grey,
You youth and mine youth I do write in my rhyme,
When love does awake, desires flutter on the cheek
When hate shines in eyes coquettes make her bold,
Both; love and hate her heart, day and night tweak,
Your love in my heart and you do live in my eyes,
But I see not in your eyes my poor wrinkled face,
You look my face in mirror your sullen heart cries,
Grey hair with furrows on face, time ruthful grace.
You will weep O Rose when soul flies to the skies

Ah! Death cannot steal your youth from my rhyme,
I love you more but condemn hate your pretty crime