Sunday, March 19, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

163
When we say we love we make no sin,
We are deceived in love in pretty ways,
Faults make perfect how can you win?
True love without love when I do gaze
My muse teaches me do go in the park,
And do look at the scent carrying flowers,
You see the petals are damaged, hark,
In spite of this they have healing powers.
No one fault free not are made objects,
Not free of faults but the cankers lie in it,
We are to kill it with our generous acts,
How can we kill it we have doubtful wit.

Do kill the canker of soul I call it the doubt,
Otherwise you die in the sin real and rout.