Thursday, May 26, 2016

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

339
When wheat hunger cries women start finding mate,
As Eve persuades Adam to quench her thigh thirst,
Adam’s wit fails looking at the pink apple great,
But binds happily a love thread around her wrist
People forget you soon when you will be dead,
But you present in my glorious and golden rhyme,
When, your unused with the earthworms will wed,
It is done O Rose on earth with the passage of time,
Whenever anger sits on the pretty women’s nose,
True love flees far away from her being surely anon,
My mistress dies virgin, in her green heart hate grows,
Hate spread in the lovers’ souls like a war canon

More cunning than fox my callous mistress’ eyes
For the green lovers trap women’s sobs and sighs