Monday, October 31, 2016

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

196
Tears floats in eyes when I remind of you,
Sleep and rest away from the doleful eyes,
As all little birds flee from a farmer’s shoo,
Your beauteous ruth my dull wit beautifies,
Separation woes more acute than death,
As the poor sad who’s younger is slain,
How can she entertain the worldly mirth?
None can realize the parents’ tearful pain.
You leave me alone in this jealous world,
To tackle separation woeful my poor fate,
Would that I were not born or to be a bird,
That flies over the sea with a gleeful mate.

Most dangerous the tears staying in eyes,
If fall with the falling curse avoid their cries