Thursday, March 30, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

192
I do see half dead hanging scars crows,
Frightening the small birds around a field,
Drinking hemlock sitting on golden boughs,
None holds courage before a power shield.
Time unfolds the hanging crows' mystery,
When the scars crows fall down with a thud,
Time records their gallows date in the history,
The soul flies to heaven body goes to mud.
As the farmers do put into the field potion,
To kill the birds and save the time crops,
How most horrible man’s powerful notion,
Watching the condition my poor heart mops.

O man use wisdom in very country matter,
You give the dullest money and wise tatter.