Friday, March 17, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

160
When the mountain-hungry cock crows,
Saying something to you, you do ignore,
When he does sit on your pretty eyebrows,
Flying to you soon leaving a cheeky whore
O! Sweet love a rival sits in your bosom,
He does feed you against my love choice,
 I do listen alone to your pretty twosome,
That says you Yea do leave your rejoice.
My intuition tells me you from me hide,
I read all your passions from your eyes,
Watching your revengeful eyes I do chide,
My soul does feel fresh when I early rise.

Richness or poverty is the state of mind,
As we do believe in devils but can’t find.