Saturday, May 28, 2016

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

370
O Lady your sweet love cannot make amend for,
My deep rooted wail and woe issuing from the soul
A pain in heart, eyes full of tear both busy at war,
O my God! I cannot one of the two forcibly cajole,
Weight if woe heavy than the weight of pleasure,
Glee flies like dead leaves falling here and there,
Like infant of sparrow, pain none can it measure,
Life: the reflection of thought, free of human care,
When woe-be-gone falls on woe thorn anon bleeds,
Thousands of injured holes but body without pain,
Senseless the flesh and bones, leaving daily deeds
Ah! Bloods from the wounds falls like heavy rain

I know pain and pleasure walk like shadow in life,
When glee leaves, injures soul time crooked knife